Chapter 10
They drove straight back to the cabin, only staying long enough to quickly eat their takeout sandwiches with a hot drink, pack up their things, and leave.
Logan called Bling to check in and tell him they were on their way home, but the trainer informed him that, although the phone had been running hot, there didn't appear to be any concrete leads to work on.
Max looked at her chicken longingly as she wrapped it in plastic wrap before putting it in the car.
"You'd better not go 'off' before Logan has a chance to cook you," she threatened it.
As Logan was zipping up his bag he became aware of a tall, silent figure standing at the bedroom door. With a resigned look, he spun his chair around to face him. From experience, heart to heart talks with Zack were fairly one-sided affairs.
"So, I guess you're gonna continue this investigation when you get back to Seattle."
Looking at him, Logan replied evenly, "Guess so."
"Are you gonna insist on involving Max in all this?"
'Here we go,' thought Logan. Aloud he said, "She's a big girl, Zack. She does what she wants."
Swinging back to the bed, he grabbed his bag and dumped it in his lap, then swung back to Zack, hands on the wheels in a gesture of readiness to leave the room.
Refusing to take the hint, Zack continued to steadily regard him.
Logan leaned back, annoyed he had to look up at him.
"You've got a strange way of showing you care about her," Zack stated belligerently.
"I don't think that's any of your business," said Logan, speaking slowly as if he was having a hard time holding on to his temper.
Zack looked at him for a moment, then his words shot out as an accusation, "She's willing to risk 'everything' ...for you," he ground out.
Abruptly he left the room.
Logan stared after him, not entirely sure what to make of that last comment.
"You got ...everything?" Max finished awkwardly as she almost bumped into Zack as he stalked away.
Catching Logan's slightly stunned look, she winced inwardly, being very sure that 'she' had been the topic of conversation and having a good idea of what Zack may have been saying.
Casting a fleeting look at Logan, and feeling herself redden, her words stumbling out, she said quickly, "You want me to check under the bed? You don't wanna get back and find you've lost a sock."
Logan watched slightly bemused as she suddenly got down on all fours and did a whirlwind check. "Nope, nothing there," she finished brightly. Then grabbing his bag from his lap before he had a chance to say anything, she rushed out saying as she went, "I'll just take this to the car."
Zack was at the car when she got there and she was just about to open her mouth and blast him when Logan came out, so instead she had to content herself with giving him a fiery look.
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On reaching the main street, Max fished in her pocket to find the key to return it to the drugstore.
"I'll take it in," offered Zack.
Still annoyed with Zack but not willing to openly confront him with her suspicions, she replied unsmilingly, "I got it."
"If you like, but I'm getting out here anyway."
Max frowned at him. "We weren't planning to stop here. It's a long drive back to Seattle."
"This is where I leave the circus," Zack said unemotionally.
Max looked at him in surprise. "You're not comin' with us?"
"I did what I said I'd do. You've got enough leads to go on."
Finding a park near the drugstore, Logan tried not to be too disappointed.
Max had mixed emotions. "Are you sure about this? You don't have a lift."
"Plenty of logging trucks up and down these roads. I'll hitch a ride, same way I got to Seattle."
Taking his bag from the back, he got out of the car and walked up to Logan's now open window.
His intense blue eyes bore into Logan's green ones. Logan returned the gaze unflinchingly.
Finally, his eyes darting towards Max as if he really wanted to say something else, he simply said, "Bye."
"Thanks for your help, Zack," returned Logan, in an effort to be polite, and probably somewhere deep down, quite thankful to the X5 for giving him this lead.
Max got out and went round to him. She held his gaze for a moment, then put out her arms and gave him a brief hug.
She gave him a small smile. "We'll be seein ya,"
He looked at her searchingly, and then simply said, "Take care."
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Max and Logan drove in silence for a while.
Max, as always, was a little confused now that Zack had left. She always looked forward to seeing him, but found life became very complicated when he was around. She always felt he expected something more of her than what she was able to give.
She looked across at Logan.
For all his complexities, it was like returning to a safe harbour.
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It was good to walk back into Logan's apartment, thought Max, as they came in, appreciating the familiar smell and subdued lighting, and even she noticed how warm it was.
She dumped her bags down on one of the kitchen counters, and then walked through to Logan's study to see what he was doing.
He'd gone straight to his computer, and was now intently regarding the screen.
"Max, turn the TV on," he said suddenly, spinning around in his chair.
As the screen came to life, a voice could be heard saying:
"....Antonio Rizzo was gunned down in a drive-by shooting outside his popular restaurant "Antonio's." On the scene is our crime reporter, Melody Banks."
Max listened in cold anger as Melody Banks, standing across the street from the yet to be removed bullet-riddled body of Antonio Rizzo, told Seattle that her informant had advised her that once again this was the work of Eyes Only who had denounced Rizzo in a cable hack only 2 days ago. "It may well be that Antonio Rizzo was guilty of the heinous crimes Eyes Only had revealed, but it would appear that, while purporting to believe in justice and an honest legal system, the latest actions of Eyes Only have made a mockery of all he supposedly believes."
"Switch it off," said Logan harshly.
"Logan, you know this is crap," Max reminded him.
He looked up at her. "I signed his death warrant when I did that cable hack."
"You didn't know!" she stated vehemently.
"Well, we'll see if that makes his wife and kids feel any better," replied Logan sarcastically.
"He signed his own death warrant when he chose to be a total sleaze ball. You had nothing to do with that!"
"Well maybe you and I know that, but most of Seattle thinks that Eyes Only is responsible," he snapped back.
Looking at him steadily she promised him, "Logan, we're gonna sort this bitch out." Logan ran a hand through his hair, still staring at the blank screen.
After a moment he said, "I wonder what Melody's angle is in all this?"
Max looked at him, confused.
"Melody Banks. She's the one who's running with this whole Eyes Only thing."
Max said with relish, "Maybe I could meet her and help to straighten her microphone out a little."
Logan threw her a look.
"I wouldn't have thought Mel would play a game like this," he said thoughtfully.
"Mel?" asked Max sweetly.
"She's always played it straight," he continued, missing the note to her voice.
"Is she the blonde haired one with the 'Barbie' hair?"
"Yeah," answered Logan, barely aware of her words.
"Where's Ken?"
Logan looked at her in surprise, "She's not married."
"So, you two friends?"
Unlocking his brakes, and going to his desk, he answered, "We go way back." He grabbed a videotape from his desk then tossed it over to Max, who was still near the TV. "Put this in will you?" He then added, "You may remember her from Bennett's wedding."
Max looked at him in surprise, and then tossed him the remote for the VCR.
"She's kept in touch with Bennett more these last few years. I think she's the one who introduced him to Marianne."
Max shook her head. She'd been too occupied that night with Normal's mess and a certain blonde named Daphne. What was it with Logan and blondes, anyway?
They watched some of the reports that Bling had recorded, all featuring Melody Banks, who assured the viewing public that an undisclosed source had revealed to her irrefutable evidence that Eyes Only was behind the slaying of the Marconi gang, and even hinted that he may have been responsible for earlier deaths as well.
Max made a face.
"So what's her dealio with this whole 'Eyes Only Avenger of Death' thing? Hasn't she got a life?" Max looked like she'd like to give her the smack down.
"Someone's feeding her a line."
"A lotta people want to take Eyes Only down," Max reminded him, with a quick look at his profile.
"Yeah," he drawled in a matter of fact tone, and then he added thoughtfully, "I wonder who's got Mel to do their dirty work?"
Looking as if an idea had just come to him, he pushed back to his desk and took out a pile of letters from his drawer. Putting them on his lap, he flipped through them until he came to one that was unmistakably an invitation.
"What's that?"
"An invitation to Bennett and Marianne's housewarming tomorrow night. I'm thinking there's a good chance Melody may be there."
"You were planning on going?" asked Max sceptically.
"Well, no," he admitted, "but I might call Bennett tomorrow ..."
"Today," Max interrupted him.
Continuing, with a frown at her, "and find out if Melody's gonna be there."
He stopped for a moment, unconsciously tapping the stiff, guilt-edged invitation on his knee. Max watched him, for his sake wishing he could feel the sharp edge of the invitation on his leg. The morning by the bay seemed a lifetime ago now.
Breaking herself from those thoughts, she smiled down at him, "I can see it's gonna be a casual affair."
Looking down at the invitation in his hands, he gave a wry smile. "Ah yes, but then I'm sure Uncle Jonas has had a hand in it. It smacks of his pretension."
"So, what are your plans now, besides sleep?" she added with a hint.
"I've been thinking about that," he admitted.
She waited for him to continue.
"I've got two avenues to work on. Firstly, follow up on Carmichael Logging; someone's put big money into this training camp thing."
"Secondly?"
Putting the letters away as he spoke, he said, "Secondly, finding out if there's a connection between the facts and the rumours."
"In other words, what's the connection between Melody Banks and the person behind the killings?"
"If any," added Logan with a yawn.
"You won't be doin' anything if you don't get some sleep."
Logan looked up at her, glad to have her company.
Something of his thoughts must have reflected in his face because Max suddenly smiled at him, and to his surprise he found he was smiling already.
"You wanna stay here tonight - or what's left of it?" he amended.
"Thanks."
Then a look of horror crossed her face. "I gotta put my chicken in the fridge."
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"Hey Max," greeted Bling the next morning, as he entered the apartment and found her in the kitchen making some breakfast.
"Logan up and about?" he asked, looking around as he spoke.
"He's in the shower," replied Max, between mouthfuls of toast.
"How's he doing?" he asked her seriously.
"'He's doin' 'fine'," said Logan himself, coming into the room.
"You had us worried there," Bling continued, completely missing the 'NO' Max was mouthing at him. "Hypothermia can be a dangerous thing."
Logan swung around to Max just in time to see her complete the classic hand signal across her throat that Bling missed, anyway.
"What happened to 'my lips are sealed?'" accused Logan, looking up at her.
"Well, that was after I'd already called," she had to admit.
She could see he was really annoyed.
Her own temper flaring, she snapped at him, "Well what was I supposed to do? 'You' weren't making any sense! I had to call Bling to find out what to do!"
Without another word, he headed to his computer.
Bling raised his eyebrows at Max and gave her an apologetic look.
"It's okay," she mouthed to him, looking at her toast with disinterest now.
Sometime later, she walked up and stood behind Logan. "So, you're not talkin' to me now?"
His hand paused for a moment on the keyboard, then he unlocked his brakes and swung around to her, looking slightly self-conscious. Avoiding her steady gaze he said, "Sorry." Then narrowing his eyes a little, he added after a pause, "I don't even know why I made such a big deal about it."
"You had me really worried that night at the cabin, Logan. I didn't know what to do," she told him honestly.
Looking at him, she wondered for the hundredth time why he had to lock up all his feelings and keep everything to himself.
Unexpectedly, he admitted to her with his quirky smile, "I didn't want a lecture from Bling."
She smiled at that.
"Does that mean you'll still cook the chicken tonight?"
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Max, thankful it was the weekend, went home to touch base with Original Cindy, wondering what she'd say when she learnt she'd been away with both Logan 'and' Zack.
Logan meanwhile, hacked into the computers of Carmichael Logging, which in itself was a fairly routine procedure for him, but to uncover the information within their files was another thing entirely. If the information was there, it was very well hidden.
He'd called Bennett earlier, but his cousin hadn't been home, and he was still hoping to hear from him about whether Melody would be at the party.
The morning flew by quickly as he processed the information that had come in while he was away, systematically cross-checking any details. He could feel his frustration growing that no one had a viable lead as to the whereabouts of the vigilante team in Seattle itself. That left him doing another check on Carmichael Logging, looking into any of their holdings in Seattle.
Logan worked solidly with Bling on his reps after lunch. He was halfway through his session when Max came back, keen to find if he'd got anywhere with his investigations.
"Nope," he answered her flatly, as he pumped the weight in his right hand.
As Max stood there watching him, the phone rang.
"Don't worry, the answering machine'll pick it up," Logan told her, wiping his face with a towel, and preparing to lift the weight with his left hand.
They could both hear a hollow voice echoing through the apartment, leaving a message on the machine: "Hi Logan, it's Bennett here. I checked with Marianne and she assured me Melody would be at the party tonight, especially if you were going to be there because," and here he started to laugh, "Marianne says she's always had 'the hots' for you. See you tonight."
Logan gave Max a small, quick, embarrassed smile. "Ah... Bennett's got a ... real weird sense of humour."
"'The Hots'?" asked Max slowly, savouring every word. Is that Cale talk for, "I wanna be friends?"
Logan grinned at her, "Something like that. So," he added, "D'you wanna go to a housewarming?"
TBC
They drove straight back to the cabin, only staying long enough to quickly eat their takeout sandwiches with a hot drink, pack up their things, and leave.
Logan called Bling to check in and tell him they were on their way home, but the trainer informed him that, although the phone had been running hot, there didn't appear to be any concrete leads to work on.
Max looked at her chicken longingly as she wrapped it in plastic wrap before putting it in the car.
"You'd better not go 'off' before Logan has a chance to cook you," she threatened it.
As Logan was zipping up his bag he became aware of a tall, silent figure standing at the bedroom door. With a resigned look, he spun his chair around to face him. From experience, heart to heart talks with Zack were fairly one-sided affairs.
"So, I guess you're gonna continue this investigation when you get back to Seattle."
Looking at him, Logan replied evenly, "Guess so."
"Are you gonna insist on involving Max in all this?"
'Here we go,' thought Logan. Aloud he said, "She's a big girl, Zack. She does what she wants."
Swinging back to the bed, he grabbed his bag and dumped it in his lap, then swung back to Zack, hands on the wheels in a gesture of readiness to leave the room.
Refusing to take the hint, Zack continued to steadily regard him.
Logan leaned back, annoyed he had to look up at him.
"You've got a strange way of showing you care about her," Zack stated belligerently.
"I don't think that's any of your business," said Logan, speaking slowly as if he was having a hard time holding on to his temper.
Zack looked at him for a moment, then his words shot out as an accusation, "She's willing to risk 'everything' ...for you," he ground out.
Abruptly he left the room.
Logan stared after him, not entirely sure what to make of that last comment.
"You got ...everything?" Max finished awkwardly as she almost bumped into Zack as he stalked away.
Catching Logan's slightly stunned look, she winced inwardly, being very sure that 'she' had been the topic of conversation and having a good idea of what Zack may have been saying.
Casting a fleeting look at Logan, and feeling herself redden, her words stumbling out, she said quickly, "You want me to check under the bed? You don't wanna get back and find you've lost a sock."
Logan watched slightly bemused as she suddenly got down on all fours and did a whirlwind check. "Nope, nothing there," she finished brightly. Then grabbing his bag from his lap before he had a chance to say anything, she rushed out saying as she went, "I'll just take this to the car."
Zack was at the car when she got there and she was just about to open her mouth and blast him when Logan came out, so instead she had to content herself with giving him a fiery look.
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On reaching the main street, Max fished in her pocket to find the key to return it to the drugstore.
"I'll take it in," offered Zack.
Still annoyed with Zack but not willing to openly confront him with her suspicions, she replied unsmilingly, "I got it."
"If you like, but I'm getting out here anyway."
Max frowned at him. "We weren't planning to stop here. It's a long drive back to Seattle."
"This is where I leave the circus," Zack said unemotionally.
Max looked at him in surprise. "You're not comin' with us?"
"I did what I said I'd do. You've got enough leads to go on."
Finding a park near the drugstore, Logan tried not to be too disappointed.
Max had mixed emotions. "Are you sure about this? You don't have a lift."
"Plenty of logging trucks up and down these roads. I'll hitch a ride, same way I got to Seattle."
Taking his bag from the back, he got out of the car and walked up to Logan's now open window.
His intense blue eyes bore into Logan's green ones. Logan returned the gaze unflinchingly.
Finally, his eyes darting towards Max as if he really wanted to say something else, he simply said, "Bye."
"Thanks for your help, Zack," returned Logan, in an effort to be polite, and probably somewhere deep down, quite thankful to the X5 for giving him this lead.
Max got out and went round to him. She held his gaze for a moment, then put out her arms and gave him a brief hug.
She gave him a small smile. "We'll be seein ya,"
He looked at her searchingly, and then simply said, "Take care."
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Max and Logan drove in silence for a while.
Max, as always, was a little confused now that Zack had left. She always looked forward to seeing him, but found life became very complicated when he was around. She always felt he expected something more of her than what she was able to give.
She looked across at Logan.
For all his complexities, it was like returning to a safe harbour.
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It was good to walk back into Logan's apartment, thought Max, as they came in, appreciating the familiar smell and subdued lighting, and even she noticed how warm it was.
She dumped her bags down on one of the kitchen counters, and then walked through to Logan's study to see what he was doing.
He'd gone straight to his computer, and was now intently regarding the screen.
"Max, turn the TV on," he said suddenly, spinning around in his chair.
As the screen came to life, a voice could be heard saying:
"....Antonio Rizzo was gunned down in a drive-by shooting outside his popular restaurant "Antonio's." On the scene is our crime reporter, Melody Banks."
Max listened in cold anger as Melody Banks, standing across the street from the yet to be removed bullet-riddled body of Antonio Rizzo, told Seattle that her informant had advised her that once again this was the work of Eyes Only who had denounced Rizzo in a cable hack only 2 days ago. "It may well be that Antonio Rizzo was guilty of the heinous crimes Eyes Only had revealed, but it would appear that, while purporting to believe in justice and an honest legal system, the latest actions of Eyes Only have made a mockery of all he supposedly believes."
"Switch it off," said Logan harshly.
"Logan, you know this is crap," Max reminded him.
He looked up at her. "I signed his death warrant when I did that cable hack."
"You didn't know!" she stated vehemently.
"Well, we'll see if that makes his wife and kids feel any better," replied Logan sarcastically.
"He signed his own death warrant when he chose to be a total sleaze ball. You had nothing to do with that!"
"Well maybe you and I know that, but most of Seattle thinks that Eyes Only is responsible," he snapped back.
Looking at him steadily she promised him, "Logan, we're gonna sort this bitch out." Logan ran a hand through his hair, still staring at the blank screen.
After a moment he said, "I wonder what Melody's angle is in all this?"
Max looked at him, confused.
"Melody Banks. She's the one who's running with this whole Eyes Only thing."
Max said with relish, "Maybe I could meet her and help to straighten her microphone out a little."
Logan threw her a look.
"I wouldn't have thought Mel would play a game like this," he said thoughtfully.
"Mel?" asked Max sweetly.
"She's always played it straight," he continued, missing the note to her voice.
"Is she the blonde haired one with the 'Barbie' hair?"
"Yeah," answered Logan, barely aware of her words.
"Where's Ken?"
Logan looked at her in surprise, "She's not married."
"So, you two friends?"
Unlocking his brakes, and going to his desk, he answered, "We go way back." He grabbed a videotape from his desk then tossed it over to Max, who was still near the TV. "Put this in will you?" He then added, "You may remember her from Bennett's wedding."
Max looked at him in surprise, and then tossed him the remote for the VCR.
"She's kept in touch with Bennett more these last few years. I think she's the one who introduced him to Marianne."
Max shook her head. She'd been too occupied that night with Normal's mess and a certain blonde named Daphne. What was it with Logan and blondes, anyway?
They watched some of the reports that Bling had recorded, all featuring Melody Banks, who assured the viewing public that an undisclosed source had revealed to her irrefutable evidence that Eyes Only was behind the slaying of the Marconi gang, and even hinted that he may have been responsible for earlier deaths as well.
Max made a face.
"So what's her dealio with this whole 'Eyes Only Avenger of Death' thing? Hasn't she got a life?" Max looked like she'd like to give her the smack down.
"Someone's feeding her a line."
"A lotta people want to take Eyes Only down," Max reminded him, with a quick look at his profile.
"Yeah," he drawled in a matter of fact tone, and then he added thoughtfully, "I wonder who's got Mel to do their dirty work?"
Looking as if an idea had just come to him, he pushed back to his desk and took out a pile of letters from his drawer. Putting them on his lap, he flipped through them until he came to one that was unmistakably an invitation.
"What's that?"
"An invitation to Bennett and Marianne's housewarming tomorrow night. I'm thinking there's a good chance Melody may be there."
"You were planning on going?" asked Max sceptically.
"Well, no," he admitted, "but I might call Bennett tomorrow ..."
"Today," Max interrupted him.
Continuing, with a frown at her, "and find out if Melody's gonna be there."
He stopped for a moment, unconsciously tapping the stiff, guilt-edged invitation on his knee. Max watched him, for his sake wishing he could feel the sharp edge of the invitation on his leg. The morning by the bay seemed a lifetime ago now.
Breaking herself from those thoughts, she smiled down at him, "I can see it's gonna be a casual affair."
Looking down at the invitation in his hands, he gave a wry smile. "Ah yes, but then I'm sure Uncle Jonas has had a hand in it. It smacks of his pretension."
"So, what are your plans now, besides sleep?" she added with a hint.
"I've been thinking about that," he admitted.
She waited for him to continue.
"I've got two avenues to work on. Firstly, follow up on Carmichael Logging; someone's put big money into this training camp thing."
"Secondly?"
Putting the letters away as he spoke, he said, "Secondly, finding out if there's a connection between the facts and the rumours."
"In other words, what's the connection between Melody Banks and the person behind the killings?"
"If any," added Logan with a yawn.
"You won't be doin' anything if you don't get some sleep."
Logan looked up at her, glad to have her company.
Something of his thoughts must have reflected in his face because Max suddenly smiled at him, and to his surprise he found he was smiling already.
"You wanna stay here tonight - or what's left of it?" he amended.
"Thanks."
Then a look of horror crossed her face. "I gotta put my chicken in the fridge."
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"Hey Max," greeted Bling the next morning, as he entered the apartment and found her in the kitchen making some breakfast.
"Logan up and about?" he asked, looking around as he spoke.
"He's in the shower," replied Max, between mouthfuls of toast.
"How's he doing?" he asked her seriously.
"'He's doin' 'fine'," said Logan himself, coming into the room.
"You had us worried there," Bling continued, completely missing the 'NO' Max was mouthing at him. "Hypothermia can be a dangerous thing."
Logan swung around to Max just in time to see her complete the classic hand signal across her throat that Bling missed, anyway.
"What happened to 'my lips are sealed?'" accused Logan, looking up at her.
"Well, that was after I'd already called," she had to admit.
She could see he was really annoyed.
Her own temper flaring, she snapped at him, "Well what was I supposed to do? 'You' weren't making any sense! I had to call Bling to find out what to do!"
Without another word, he headed to his computer.
Bling raised his eyebrows at Max and gave her an apologetic look.
"It's okay," she mouthed to him, looking at her toast with disinterest now.
Sometime later, she walked up and stood behind Logan. "So, you're not talkin' to me now?"
His hand paused for a moment on the keyboard, then he unlocked his brakes and swung around to her, looking slightly self-conscious. Avoiding her steady gaze he said, "Sorry." Then narrowing his eyes a little, he added after a pause, "I don't even know why I made such a big deal about it."
"You had me really worried that night at the cabin, Logan. I didn't know what to do," she told him honestly.
Looking at him, she wondered for the hundredth time why he had to lock up all his feelings and keep everything to himself.
Unexpectedly, he admitted to her with his quirky smile, "I didn't want a lecture from Bling."
She smiled at that.
"Does that mean you'll still cook the chicken tonight?"
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Max, thankful it was the weekend, went home to touch base with Original Cindy, wondering what she'd say when she learnt she'd been away with both Logan 'and' Zack.
Logan meanwhile, hacked into the computers of Carmichael Logging, which in itself was a fairly routine procedure for him, but to uncover the information within their files was another thing entirely. If the information was there, it was very well hidden.
He'd called Bennett earlier, but his cousin hadn't been home, and he was still hoping to hear from him about whether Melody would be at the party.
The morning flew by quickly as he processed the information that had come in while he was away, systematically cross-checking any details. He could feel his frustration growing that no one had a viable lead as to the whereabouts of the vigilante team in Seattle itself. That left him doing another check on Carmichael Logging, looking into any of their holdings in Seattle.
Logan worked solidly with Bling on his reps after lunch. He was halfway through his session when Max came back, keen to find if he'd got anywhere with his investigations.
"Nope," he answered her flatly, as he pumped the weight in his right hand.
As Max stood there watching him, the phone rang.
"Don't worry, the answering machine'll pick it up," Logan told her, wiping his face with a towel, and preparing to lift the weight with his left hand.
They could both hear a hollow voice echoing through the apartment, leaving a message on the machine: "Hi Logan, it's Bennett here. I checked with Marianne and she assured me Melody would be at the party tonight, especially if you were going to be there because," and here he started to laugh, "Marianne says she's always had 'the hots' for you. See you tonight."
Logan gave Max a small, quick, embarrassed smile. "Ah... Bennett's got a ... real weird sense of humour."
"'The Hots'?" asked Max slowly, savouring every word. Is that Cale talk for, "I wanna be friends?"
Logan grinned at her, "Something like that. So," he added, "D'you wanna go to a housewarming?"
TBC