Wednesday. Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Washington, DC.
LOGAN LEANED AGAINST THE hangar and peered back toward where the others were. He didn't want to return to them. That was too much distance between himself and where Kelsey was potentially.
"What makes you think he's here?" Zora asked.
"I've seen one Everest Security guy here making rounds. There's also at least four men guarding the plane. The front hatch is open. It's like they're waiting."
"Pull back and let's make a plan."
Logan bit the inside of his mouth.
Did he go with his gut? Or did he follow orders? Could he rely on himself to make the best decisions right now?
"Logan?"
"I hear you. Zora, I can't trust myself right now." He tipped his head up and stared at the horizon with its thin line of gray light.
"What do you mean?"
"Kelsey and me, we got close. You were right."