"What do you want to know?" I ask, fearing questions I don't
want to answer.
"What happened to you after the escape?"
"Well, I drifted around. Place to place. Manticore taught us the skills, but
when we escaped, we chose how to use them. I ripped off places to live day to
day."
"So you robbed places like Max did."
"I have a feeling Max didn't rob many places after she started to work for
the Eyes."
"That I know of, only a few petty burglaries." Logan smiles and my Manticore
sense tells me there's a Max story attached.
"Anything interesting?"
"She stole a dress to wear to my cousin's wedding, which she attended with
me. The dress was this designer thing, which she looked gorgeous in, and she
and that dress went through hell. She had to get this painting back before
her boss got defenestrated. She ran back and forth between doing that and my
cousin's wedding all night."
"Seriously?"
"Yup. She also got my Mom's locket back from my Aunt Margo." Logan looks
sad and distant. I finally get it.
"You loved her, didn't you?"
"Max was and is the love of my life. I never even felt this way about my
ex-wife."
"You're lucky." All this news in one night is very tiring. "Logan, do you
mind if I crash on your sofa? I don't have anywhere else to stay."
"Actually, there's a guest room down the hall. You can stay as long as you
want, and I'll tell you as much as I can about Max."
"Thank you, Logan. You have no clue how much what you're telling me means to
me. Zack wouldn't tell me where any of the others are. And now he's dead."
"Are you going to miss him?"
"No, I don't think I will. Don't get me wrong--I loved Zack. He was my
brother. But it'll just feel like an extended time without a visit from big
brother." Logan nods, hiding a yawn. "Logan, you're tired, aren't
you?"
"I guess I need some sleep. I haven't gotten a lot lately. So make yourself
at home, and good night." Logan smiles, which seems a chore for him, and
walks towards his room. My thoughts seem to form themselves in words and I
speak them out loud as a vow.
"Logan, I'm going to help you get closure, even if that only means giving
you a body to bury."
want to answer.
"What happened to you after the escape?"
"Well, I drifted around. Place to place. Manticore taught us the skills, but
when we escaped, we chose how to use them. I ripped off places to live day to
day."
"So you robbed places like Max did."
"I have a feeling Max didn't rob many places after she started to work for
the Eyes."
"That I know of, only a few petty burglaries." Logan smiles and my Manticore
sense tells me there's a Max story attached.
"Anything interesting?"
"She stole a dress to wear to my cousin's wedding, which she attended with
me. The dress was this designer thing, which she looked gorgeous in, and she
and that dress went through hell. She had to get this painting back before
her boss got defenestrated. She ran back and forth between doing that and my
cousin's wedding all night."
"Seriously?"
"Yup. She also got my Mom's locket back from my Aunt Margo." Logan looks
sad and distant. I finally get it.
"You loved her, didn't you?"
"Max was and is the love of my life. I never even felt this way about my
ex-wife."
"You're lucky." All this news in one night is very tiring. "Logan, do you
mind if I crash on your sofa? I don't have anywhere else to stay."
"Actually, there's a guest room down the hall. You can stay as long as you
want, and I'll tell you as much as I can about Max."
"Thank you, Logan. You have no clue how much what you're telling me means to
me. Zack wouldn't tell me where any of the others are. And now he's dead."
"Are you going to miss him?"
"No, I don't think I will. Don't get me wrong--I loved Zack. He was my
brother. But it'll just feel like an extended time without a visit from big
brother." Logan nods, hiding a yawn. "Logan, you're tired, aren't
you?"
"I guess I need some sleep. I haven't gotten a lot lately. So make yourself
at home, and good night." Logan smiles, which seems a chore for him, and
walks towards his room. My thoughts seem to form themselves in words and I
speak them out loud as a vow.
"Logan, I'm going to help you get closure, even if that only means giving
you a body to bury."