Chapter Thirteen - The Deal
Logan sat silent for a moment after Max had stormed off. She could be heard slamming around the kitchen. "Well, that went well." Cindy said from her perch in the doorway. She was doing her best not to laugh at the expression on Logan's face. It was really quite priceless.
Logan reached into the pocket of his jacket, intending to grab his cell phone. 'Maybe Max is right,' He thought. Then his hand brushed over something, and a plan formed in his head that made him grin.
Cindy watched the 'I'm Evil And Plotting More Evil Doings' expression creep over Logan's face. She'd seen in it the mirror to many times not to recognize it on his face. "Ah Ah Ah," She said waving her finger. "What are you planning? What are you going to do to my boo?"
Logan grinned evilly and walked into the kitchen. Max was standing at the coffee maker as it dripped fragrant liquid into the pot. "Max, do me this one thing." Logan said as he leaned against the doorframe. Max pulled the pot off and drained it into a mug. Brushing past him she sat down at the dining room table, opening her laptop and tapping in the first of many passwords. "Max..." Logan said in a singsong voice. She, again, didn't acknowledge his presence. "Well, please, tell me before I go, what are you doing for this Eyes-Only hack?"
"For your information," Max said precisely. "I have to find a new way to nail Rodney Delaney's ass. I would have had all the information I needed if you wouldn't have showed up and ruined my chances of getting the disk."
Logan slipped his hand into his pocket and silently produced a small, black disk, holding it by the tips of his fingers.
Max's hands stilled on the keys as she saw the disk out of the corner of her eye.
"You mean this one?"
Max bolted up out of her chair, causing it to tip over behind her. She made a grab for it, but Logan backed up a step, pulling his arm back so Max's fingers narrowly brushed the disk, but didn't grasp. "Nope, sorry. Not going to be that simple." He said, still backing up as Max advanced, looking like she was about to pounce. "Give me the disk Logan." She said sternly. "Give it to me now."
"I have a deal for you."
"You can not toy with this Logan. If I don't have that disk I have no evidence against Delaney, and he'll keep on killing innocent people, execution style."
"Oh, but like you said Max, I don't have a single ounce of moral integrity, so the guilt trip isn't going to work. Want to hear the deal?"
Max made another growling sound. Logan wondered how they'd explain a dead guy showing up dead in the Pacific Ocean.
"Pronunciate your words, love. But I'll take that as a yes." Max advanced again; the look on her face would shatter glass. "I'll give you the disk, but I get to work with you on the hack."
"Absolutely not. No. No. No. I have been working for three months on busting this a*sshole. You are not barging in here and thinking you can just take over."
Logan stuck the disk into his pocket. "Ok then, I'll be leaving then. Bye Cindy!" He said as he walked towards the door. Cindy kept a straight face as she mentally congratulated Logan. That was just sweet. Freakin' sweet. Mentally, she counted down.
3......2......1...
"Wait." Max said, obviously regretting the fact that she had to say it. Chalk one up for team Logan.
Max crossed her arms and tapped a foot as she considered. "There are a few conditions. You will stay out of my way. You will stay out of all of my friends' ways. Don't talk to anyone, don't bother anyone."
"Oh, joy. I can hardly wait to get started." Logan said sarcastically.
Mentally, Max was asking her self what the hell was she getting herself into,
Mentally, Logan was rubbing his hands together, plotting his next move.
Mentally, Cindy was placing her bets.
Logan sat silent for a moment after Max had stormed off. She could be heard slamming around the kitchen. "Well, that went well." Cindy said from her perch in the doorway. She was doing her best not to laugh at the expression on Logan's face. It was really quite priceless.
Logan reached into the pocket of his jacket, intending to grab his cell phone. 'Maybe Max is right,' He thought. Then his hand brushed over something, and a plan formed in his head that made him grin.
Cindy watched the 'I'm Evil And Plotting More Evil Doings' expression creep over Logan's face. She'd seen in it the mirror to many times not to recognize it on his face. "Ah Ah Ah," She said waving her finger. "What are you planning? What are you going to do to my boo?"
Logan grinned evilly and walked into the kitchen. Max was standing at the coffee maker as it dripped fragrant liquid into the pot. "Max, do me this one thing." Logan said as he leaned against the doorframe. Max pulled the pot off and drained it into a mug. Brushing past him she sat down at the dining room table, opening her laptop and tapping in the first of many passwords. "Max..." Logan said in a singsong voice. She, again, didn't acknowledge his presence. "Well, please, tell me before I go, what are you doing for this Eyes-Only hack?"
"For your information," Max said precisely. "I have to find a new way to nail Rodney Delaney's ass. I would have had all the information I needed if you wouldn't have showed up and ruined my chances of getting the disk."
Logan slipped his hand into his pocket and silently produced a small, black disk, holding it by the tips of his fingers.
Max's hands stilled on the keys as she saw the disk out of the corner of her eye.
"You mean this one?"
Max bolted up out of her chair, causing it to tip over behind her. She made a grab for it, but Logan backed up a step, pulling his arm back so Max's fingers narrowly brushed the disk, but didn't grasp. "Nope, sorry. Not going to be that simple." He said, still backing up as Max advanced, looking like she was about to pounce. "Give me the disk Logan." She said sternly. "Give it to me now."
"I have a deal for you."
"You can not toy with this Logan. If I don't have that disk I have no evidence against Delaney, and he'll keep on killing innocent people, execution style."
"Oh, but like you said Max, I don't have a single ounce of moral integrity, so the guilt trip isn't going to work. Want to hear the deal?"
Max made another growling sound. Logan wondered how they'd explain a dead guy showing up dead in the Pacific Ocean.
"Pronunciate your words, love. But I'll take that as a yes." Max advanced again; the look on her face would shatter glass. "I'll give you the disk, but I get to work with you on the hack."
"Absolutely not. No. No. No. I have been working for three months on busting this a*sshole. You are not barging in here and thinking you can just take over."
Logan stuck the disk into his pocket. "Ok then, I'll be leaving then. Bye Cindy!" He said as he walked towards the door. Cindy kept a straight face as she mentally congratulated Logan. That was just sweet. Freakin' sweet. Mentally, she counted down.
3......2......1...
"Wait." Max said, obviously regretting the fact that she had to say it. Chalk one up for team Logan.
Max crossed her arms and tapped a foot as she considered. "There are a few conditions. You will stay out of my way. You will stay out of all of my friends' ways. Don't talk to anyone, don't bother anyone."
"Oh, joy. I can hardly wait to get started." Logan said sarcastically.
Mentally, Max was asking her self what the hell was she getting herself into,
Mentally, Logan was rubbing his hands together, plotting his next move.
Mentally, Cindy was placing her bets.