~Part Eleven~
Evidence
Logan was working on a hack, but he was getting stuck. The target was an operator of a pyramid scheme who was cheating people out of their hard earned savings. Logan was going to enjoy it when he finally pinned the guy, however, the problem was, Logan didn't have quite enough evidence just yet. Maybe he needed Max to do a little reconnaissance.
He was leaning back in his chair, staring at the computer screen when there was a knock at the door. He got up and walked over. He peered through the peephole at a tired looking Matt Sung. Logan unlocked the door and opened it.
"Matt, what's up?" Logan asked.
Matt sighed. "I'm sorry, Logan, but they've got a warrant to search the place," he said as he stepped inside, followed by a few other cops. Matt pulled a paper out of his inside coat pocket and handed it to Logan. "Here, read it. I tried my best, but they got their way. And you'll probably be called down to the station for a statement and a powder burn test."
"Fine," Logan replied, "I haven't got anything to hide."
"I know you don't. And thanks for cooperating. No one seems to do that anymore, and it'll look good." Matt patted Logan on the back. "Sit down, have a cup of coffee. I'll try to get them out of here quickly."
"No stealing the candlesticks," Logan joked as Matt went off to supervise the officers rooting through Logan's kitchen drawers.
Logan sat down and tried to relax while the search was going on, but it was impossible. Finally he took to standing by the windows, watching the cops fling pillows across the living room. Searches used to be relatively neat affairs, but since the Pulse, they were more like tornadoes.
Three officers went into Logan's office and started to disconnect his computer equipment. "Hey!" he shouted at them, "That's sensitive equipment!"
"Hey, pal, we got the warrant, back off," one replied, and then went back to disconnecting the Internet hook up.
Logan turned to Matt. "Matt, please, I need my computers."
"Right. Eyes Only would be compromised," Matt said.
"Well, more like I would."
"What? You are . . .?" Matt asked.
"Yes. I wasn't protecting anyone when I confessed it to Bronck. Max did the hack, pretending to be me," Logan told him.
"Damn," Matt whispered. "Alright. Hey, guys! Leave the computers, we don't need them."
The officers grumbled, but left the computer room. As Logan went to reconnect the wiring, he saw one pull Matt aside. There was a black box in his hands. The box Logan stored his gun in. The one that had been used in Karen's shooting.
Matt stepped into the office. "Logan, I'm afraid we're going to have to take you downtown."
Evidence
Logan was working on a hack, but he was getting stuck. The target was an operator of a pyramid scheme who was cheating people out of their hard earned savings. Logan was going to enjoy it when he finally pinned the guy, however, the problem was, Logan didn't have quite enough evidence just yet. Maybe he needed Max to do a little reconnaissance.
He was leaning back in his chair, staring at the computer screen when there was a knock at the door. He got up and walked over. He peered through the peephole at a tired looking Matt Sung. Logan unlocked the door and opened it.
"Matt, what's up?" Logan asked.
Matt sighed. "I'm sorry, Logan, but they've got a warrant to search the place," he said as he stepped inside, followed by a few other cops. Matt pulled a paper out of his inside coat pocket and handed it to Logan. "Here, read it. I tried my best, but they got their way. And you'll probably be called down to the station for a statement and a powder burn test."
"Fine," Logan replied, "I haven't got anything to hide."
"I know you don't. And thanks for cooperating. No one seems to do that anymore, and it'll look good." Matt patted Logan on the back. "Sit down, have a cup of coffee. I'll try to get them out of here quickly."
"No stealing the candlesticks," Logan joked as Matt went off to supervise the officers rooting through Logan's kitchen drawers.
Logan sat down and tried to relax while the search was going on, but it was impossible. Finally he took to standing by the windows, watching the cops fling pillows across the living room. Searches used to be relatively neat affairs, but since the Pulse, they were more like tornadoes.
Three officers went into Logan's office and started to disconnect his computer equipment. "Hey!" he shouted at them, "That's sensitive equipment!"
"Hey, pal, we got the warrant, back off," one replied, and then went back to disconnecting the Internet hook up.
Logan turned to Matt. "Matt, please, I need my computers."
"Right. Eyes Only would be compromised," Matt said.
"Well, more like I would."
"What? You are . . .?" Matt asked.
"Yes. I wasn't protecting anyone when I confessed it to Bronck. Max did the hack, pretending to be me," Logan told him.
"Damn," Matt whispered. "Alright. Hey, guys! Leave the computers, we don't need them."
The officers grumbled, but left the computer room. As Logan went to reconnect the wiring, he saw one pull Matt aside. There was a black box in his hands. The box Logan stored his gun in. The one that had been used in Karen's shooting.
Matt stepped into the office. "Logan, I'm afraid we're going to have to take you downtown."