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Two hours later, Max still hadn't returned Logan's pages. He began to entertain the idea that she might really be angry with him about the incident with Kendra. The prospect of her skipping work for a few days to go to Thailand seemed more and more remote.
"Oh well, even if she would have called me back, I would have chickened out of asking her anyway," Logan thought ruefully.
Logan started to turn the car back toward Fogle Towers, but he couldn't get the kidnapped girl out of this mind. Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt him to find out a little more information about the possibility of hitching a ride on a CI freight plane. It was a crazy idea, but it didn't hurt to do some recon. Logan turned the car around and headed for the bridge to the CI airstrip.
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Max was fuming. She leaned forward on her handlebars, skidding between parked cars and jumping her bike on and off the sidewalk as she wove down the busy street. She didn't even know why she was mad. After all, she hadn't really seen Logan doing anything with Kendra. And, hadn't she spent the last several weeks telling everyone that she and Logan didn't have anything more than friendship between them? If that was true, she shouldn't care whether Kendra flirted with Logan or not. Hell, Kendra was welcome to bang the gong with him if she wanted.
Except that that wasn't true. Seeing Logan leaning over Kendra as she laughed and put her arm on his shoulder had given Max a burning desire to throw something. If Max hadn't gotten out of the apartment, she was sure that either one of them would have been knocked unconscious by a set of keys thrown at 50 miles an hour.
Max couldn't decide if she more angry at Logan or at Kendra… or at herself for overreacting. Her pager beeped. Logan was calling her again. She was pretty sure that she'd regret anything she was going to say in her present state of mind, so she shut the pager off.
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Max's last delivery before lunch took her way east of downtown. She had thought she needed to blow off some steam anyway, so she had grabbed the package with the farthest address, eager to let her aching muscles take her mind off her busy thoughts. She bumped over the railroad track, taking a short cut toward the address on the package. She was cutting through a narrow alley, when she saw a car with the same idea turning ahead of her. Wasn't that Logan's car? Max followed the car out of the alley. To her surprise, the grey Aztek eased off the main road and headed down an overgrown side road.
Logan was the last person she wanted to talk to right now, but she couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here. The car made slow progress down the rutted, dirt road. Max followed at a distance, hopping her bike over the tufts of grass and dirt. What was Logan doing way out here?