Chapter Two- The Aftermath
Max stood outside Logan's apartment, staring at the grains of wood in the door. Taking a deep, yet shaky breath, she dug the key Bling had given her out of her pocket and opened the door. Letting the door swing freely open, she stood where she was and studied the scene.
The piles of open files lying on various tables. Max walked over and ran her hand over one. The half full coffee mug, now stone cold. Max could envision Logan sitting in his wheelchair at the table, sipping at his coffee absently as he scanned files and talked to an informant simultaneously. 'Logan is the king of multi-tasking' Max thought with a small smile. Then her face fell. 'Logan was the king of multi-tasking.'
Max recalled her conversation with Bling, the conversation that had sent her life into a tailspin…
'They…they think he took a turn to fast, and the road was wet. He lost control.'
Suddenly feeling dizzy, Max stumbled to the one place she knew she could feel comfort.
'The gas tank ruptured…there was nothing they could do'
'No! No! You're lying!" Max shouted, violently shaking her head.
'I'm sorry, Max. He's gone." Bling broke off, his eyes shining with tears. She turned and fled the room, not looking back, running from the truth. Logan was gone.
Max fell into Logan's bed, burying her face in his pillow, sobbing. His scent still clung there, the woodsy smell of his soap. Max inhaled it, choking on tears. "I'm sorry." She said aloud. "I'm sorry I never told you how much I loved you."
Then she let herself fall, fall headfirst into the darkness.
Max stood outside Logan's apartment, staring at the grains of wood in the door. Taking a deep, yet shaky breath, she dug the key Bling had given her out of her pocket and opened the door. Letting the door swing freely open, she stood where she was and studied the scene.
The piles of open files lying on various tables. Max walked over and ran her hand over one. The half full coffee mug, now stone cold. Max could envision Logan sitting in his wheelchair at the table, sipping at his coffee absently as he scanned files and talked to an informant simultaneously. 'Logan is the king of multi-tasking' Max thought with a small smile. Then her face fell. 'Logan was the king of multi-tasking.'
Max recalled her conversation with Bling, the conversation that had sent her life into a tailspin…
'They…they think he took a turn to fast, and the road was wet. He lost control.'
Suddenly feeling dizzy, Max stumbled to the one place she knew she could feel comfort.
'The gas tank ruptured…there was nothing they could do'
'No! No! You're lying!" Max shouted, violently shaking her head.
'I'm sorry, Max. He's gone." Bling broke off, his eyes shining with tears. She turned and fled the room, not looking back, running from the truth. Logan was gone.
Max fell into Logan's bed, burying her face in his pillow, sobbing. His scent still clung there, the woodsy smell of his soap. Max inhaled it, choking on tears. "I'm sorry." She said aloud. "I'm sorry I never told you how much I loved you."
Then she let herself fall, fall headfirst into the darkness.