Back in the Alley – The Waterfront
All that long, cold day, Logan wished for that hot shower he'd almost gotten. He caught enough of the conversations to figure out that the investigators had been there all day. Lying still in that damp tunnel, he grew colder and colder until he gave up trying to stop his teeth from chattering. His fingers felt numb. The knot in the pit of his stomach felt as though it would never unwind.
A sliver of light shone around the door, but it wasn't enough light to really see much. Logan fumbled around in the backpack that he'd managed to grab from the back of his chair. He took a swig from a water bottle he had found stashed in there, but it didn't do much to quell his hunger. He hadn't eaten since noon the previous day. He tried to tell himself that being beaten and tortured by Bronck and the like had been much worse than this day of waiting, but his growling stomach wouldn't let him forget about his present situation. In any case, his fear for Eva and Max ate at him worse than any real hunger.
By now, Max must have heard about the shooting, wherever she was. It would have been all over the news…the execution murder of Eyes Only. Max used to tease that she was the brawn and he was the brains, but the truth of the matter was that Max had plenty of brains, enough for both of them. Logan might have had the inside track when it came to tweaking the technology, but Max had pieced together the story more than a few times. Would she see past the obvious and come looking for him? Where was she right now?