He took a long time in the bathroom. By the time he decided to make an appearance, I had already composed myself and was ready for action. It was dark outside. It had been dark for some time. We should have been checking those addresses. But no, I thought sarcastically, Logan had to go and sulk the time away. As if I had been the one molesting him. I shuddered and sent the memory away, back to a dark corner. I sure wouldn"t let my guard down or let fear freeze me again. If he tried anything, I was ready.
In case he decided I wasn"t worth the trouble and wanted to go on solo, I snooped around his still-running laptop. Most files were secured but the one with my name was still open. I memorized the addresses there and noted one more file titled “Fosch/Roxanne”. Before I could click on it, t
