Logan paced the interrogation room nervously. For a change, Goren wasn't the one who was agitated. As soon as he'd realized they were heading to Rikers, Logan had tried to talk him out of it. He'd been half-tempted to wait in the car, but he reluctantly got out and followed Goren into the prison.

Now Logan watched him, leaning calmly against the far wall, just waiting. There was no sign of anger, no irritation…just calm…and that scared the hell out of him.

With a series of resounding clanks, the door was unlocked and opened. A guard led Ricky Waters into the room and uncuffed him. "Do you want me to stay?" the guard asked.

Goren shook his head no before Logan could say yes, and the guard left. With a good deal of effort, Logan settled himself down. The last thing he wanted was for Waters to see how nervous he was. Ricky looked at him, then at Goren. The arrogance was still there. He glared at Goren. "I see you brought your bodyguard along."

"What makes you think I'm here to protect him, Waters?" He leaned across the table toward him. "Maybe he brought me along to protect you…or maybe not…"

Goren remained quiet, studying Ricky closely. Finally he said, "Two of your friends stopped by my place last night to say hello for you."

Ricky frowned. "But you're still alive."

Logan, who was hiding his pacing by seeming to roam about the room, leaned closer to him and said, "They're not."

"Those screw-ups…they deserve what they got, then."

Logan stopped. He looked at Goren, then back at Waters. "Do you even have a heart in there? You're a cold-blooded bastard."

"He hides it well," Goren said calmly. "The mark of a sociopath. You're good, Waters. Eames would never have married you if she had known what you really are."

"That just galls you, Goren, doesn't it? That she married me."

Goren's eyes narrowed. "If you had made her happy, I would have been fine with your marriage."

Logan could feel his stomach knot. Goren was calm…too calm. He watched with apprehension as Goren stepped away from the wall and headed slowly toward Waters, who stood near the table. Logan shook his head. The stupid son-of-a-bitch didn't have the sense to even be nervous.

There was no warning, no change in Goren's demeanor or his movements, nothing to prepare Logan for anything…Goren swung, landing a solid blow to Waters' face. The ex-cop came right back up, swinging and making contact.

Logan swore but he wasn't stupid. He stood by, waiting for the damn guards to get the door unlocked and get in there. Two guards grabbed Waters and Logan buried his shoulder in Goren's gut, slamming him back into the wall and holding him there until he stopped struggling. Goren yelled at Waters, "They could have killed a little girl!"

"So? She's not my damn kid!"

"She could have been. All you had to do was love her mother."

"And how the hell was I supposed to do that when all the time she was in love with you?"

They dragged Ricky from the room, and Goren was still. Logan backed away from him, looking at him and shaking his head. The blood from an open cut under his eye had run down onto his shirt, and he was a mess. He looked at Logan. "Is he right, Mike?"

"About her loving you? Yeah, he's right." He placed a hand on Goren's shoulder and pushed him toward the door. "Let's get the hell out of here. Prisons make me nervous. Besides, we've gotta get you cleaned up. If Deakins isn't looking for us yet, he will be by the time we get to the squad."