(Song for this scene LIGHTS cover by Wanderhouse)
Logan tried his best to choke down the rising panic. It had been hours since he'd woken up here.
Hours and nothing.
No one around except the curious rats that kept running around the base of the concrete pillar opposite him.
Surely someone should have come by to check on him by now?
The longer he was left there, the more he realized that his captors didn't care too much about his welfare, the odds of this ending with him in a body bag or littering the ocean in a million little pieces were becoming more and more likely.
I really shouldn't have insisted on that boxset marathon of Dexter… He grumbled to himself, as he attempted to roll his shoulders to ease the discomfort.
"Hey! Get off!" he snapped as he kicked at the small rodent who had come over to inspect the laces on his shoes but it didn't scurry off much.
Pity the restraints weren't made of rope, maybe then the diseased furballs could be of some use if he could train them to gnaw through his bindings. His wrists were too far away to consider dislocating own thumbs to get out of the chains holding him.
The smell of sea salt and diesel from the shipyard docks surrounded him and he shivered again, the wind caught at a strange angle coming in off the shore and was funnelled directly into his current prison.
It can't end this way…
The only comforting thought was that Sheriff Lamb would definitely be looking for him, if only because he suspected that Logan would be trying to skip town and it was a high profile case. It wouldn't save him though.
Veronica… Would she think he'd just skipped town? Would she assume the worst? Would she try to avenge him like she had Lilly?
The thought that he knew she would try to find answers terrified him, the last time she went digging into something she shouldn't have his father had almost killed her.
She would get herself hurt…
Hell he wasn't perfect, he never claimed to be, but he wasn't this person. He didn't deserve this. He refused to sink into self-pity. Falling down that particular rabbit hole would only get him killed he acknowledged angrily. Fury a good emotion, it could give him just enough fight to keep his head in the game, to stay focused.
"Get off!" he snarled as he kicked his foot and launched the small rat which had been climbing on his calf across the room. Feeling a slight swell of satisfaction to at least be rid of one problem.
"There's that tabloid famous temper" a deep familiar male voice said from somewhere in the shadows to his left and he squinted against the sharp brightness that suddenly flooded the space around him. "Sorry for the theatrics… but I am sure you can appreciate my need for discretion" the voice said, as the stranger came into view, flanked on either side by two companions, he looked up into a face he knew only too well.
"Hello Logan"
"Since when do we invite Harriet the Spy into our business?" Hector complained as he climbed down the steps to their apartment block as Veronica climbed off the back of Weevils motorcycle.
"Since she has information and I need answers" Weevil dismissively as he turned and focused his attention on the petite blond standing beside him clutching the helmet he had given her. "Talk" he ordered.
"Not until I get my car" Veronica countered.
"I told you, Matteo and Shiv are going to bring your Lebaron right here when I make the call" he reaffirmed impatiently, climbing off the bike and falling into step beside Elec. Veronica flitted her gaze between both the taller Hispanic men and over towards Hector, then up at the apartment block. She had heard that Weevil had moved into a PCHer apartment block after Logan had evicted him while his two younger sisters and his grandmother had moved into a small duplex a few streets over in the 03 part of town. This was her first time here though. Several of the gang members called this place home, it was well known for underage parties, poor decisions and supplying just about anything an unreputable person might need.
Weevil might have always been in the PCHer's, but at least at his grandmothers house… he'd always been able to maintain that distance between himself and the more unsavoury aspects of gang life. She didn't want to think what being so entrenched in this place would do to him.
"So make it" Veronica said, crossing her arms.
"What's going on?" Thumper demanded as he bounded down the steps towards Weevil, three other guys who Veronica didn't recognise following closely behind.
"Echolls skipped town" Weevil declared without breaking eye contact with Veronica.
"So blondie here's trying to give us a little shake down?" Thumper snorted.
"Do we look like the Goonies?" Hector sneered, crossing his arms and flanking Weevil on the other side of Elec. "It ain't our fault if you can't keep track of your boyfriend."
"I thought you boys were supposed to be doing that thing down at the shipyard tonight?" Weevil queried as he glanced over at Thumper. A shipment of highly sought trainers, wallets and handbags and other small goods were being brought in tonight, the plan had been to rip off the delivery container and swap the numbers then sell the contents off at mile marker 15, and through Sals.
"We was gonna, but there was some unexpected Opp, some activity down there tonight, a private yacht moored right there on the Dock" one of the other guys behind Thumper explained, and Veronica's attention perked up.
"Activity?" Elec asked.
"Yeah, private security, some guys in suits… some had those Russian tatts… we know better than to get involved with those types. We will just have to try again on the 13th" Thumper shrugged.
"Russian's?" Veronica questioned. This didn't make any sense, she was sure that Weevil and the PCHers had had something to do with Logan's disappearance, but they didn't seem to be hiding anything, and the anger emanating from Weevil to get to the bottom of his location was palpable.
"See Man? This is why we don't bring Nancy Drew here around our business" Hector complained.
"What yacht?" Weevil asked, ignoring his friends outburst as he reached for the phone that Jose was handing him. Flicking through several pictures he frowned, the boat didn't seem familiar, but he knew that several of their contact's would be angry about the delay in their shipment. Sighing he rolled his eyes as Veronica stepped up close to his chest and began to scroll through the pictures.
"Hey!" Jose complained reaching for the phone, but Veronica stepped back, her eyes widening in shock. The change in her demeanour caught Weevil's curiosity.
"What do you see?" he asked as he glanced back down at the phone.
She had zoomed in on the lettering clearly visible on the side of the yacht was the name Blue Moon written in a beautiful calligraphy.
Why in the world would Neptune's most beloved mourning father be avoiding his fancy slip down by the jetty to park down at the seedy shipyard docks in the middle of the night?
Had Duncan planned this?
"What's going on?" Logan said in a small voice as he tugged on his restraints, looking at the faces of the stern strangers glaring at him, before gazing into the bright familiar blue eyes of Jake Kane.
"Well Logan… I never used to be much of a biblical man, but since losing my daughter, I've really found my faith again. Unfortunately for you… I'm a fan of the classics. Very Old Testament" he sighed, pausing for dramatic effect. "Your father took a child from me… so now it's time I returned the favor"
"What?!" Logan gulped, the momentary relief he'd felt when he thought that perhaps Duncan had sent his father to look for him, vanishing in an instant.
"Take him" Jake nodded to the strangers, who stepped forwards to grab hold of Logan.
"Hey… now.. wait… let's talk about this for a second… Jake!" Logan called out as he struggled against the two older men. "Jake man… please…" Logan pleaded as they began to place a cloth bag over his head. "Stop!" he begged before he was rewarded by a punch in the gut.
"Get him on the boat, let's get out of here" Jake said.