Kincaid helped me move the bodies into a small ditch beside what looked like a closed warehouse. Luckily, we had been on one of those deserted back roads when the fight happened, and so far, we were the only ones on it.
Logan was still unconscious, the result of a double shot of tranquilizers. He was slumped on the front passenger seat, looking as if he was asleep.
Kincaid undid both our shackles, but the blocking bracelets were still on, something only the scientist could undo without backlash. That was fine by me, but we had to find a way to undo Logan"s.
After I retrieved Dr. Maxwell"s journal from one of the guards, I climbed in the driver"s seat, aware of the blood coating the cushion. I covered it with a blanket I had found on the back, then folded my sweater atop it to provide my
