Redemption By Default: A Psychological Thriller by Kathryn McGrady
Inside the opulent vehicle, a gray tabby lounged regally on the leather seat as if he owned the vehicle and its contents. Snoop barely flicked an ear as Logan slid in beside him.
Logan set the briefcase on the seat, pulled his backpack onto his lap, and withdrew his cell phone. He thumbed a number from memory and brought it to his ear. His jaw was clenched.
The call connected.
“Yeah,” came the gravelly voice of Parker Hart, thick with nicotine and contempt.
Logan’s voice was cold and cutting. “Are you trying to fuck me?”
Parker exhaled, the hiss of his cigar audible even over the line. “I prefer three holes, if you know what I mean.”
“I said—are you trying to fuck me?”
A pause. Then laughter, low and cruel. “I understand education was an afterthought, but even you can do better than that.”
“I could slit your throat in half a second,” Logan muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, but lethal all the same.
Parker snorted. “You’d have to slit mine, my brother’s, my uncle’s, my son’s, my nephew’s—and my wife’s. Trust me, you don’t want to mess with my wife. The bitch is crazy.”
The line crackled as Parker took another drag. “What is this about? What’s the damn problem?”
“Huntington had a son,” Logan said. “He was in the restaurant last night.”
“So what? You wouldn’t have done the hit if you had known?” Parker scoffed.
“I told you my rules going in,” Logan said. “I don’t make orphans. You knew that.”
“Well guess what, Saint Logan?” Parker growled. “Most people have kids.”
Logan’s grip tightened on the phone. “I shot him in front of his son.”
“I don’t have time for this bullshit,” Parker snapped. “Where’s my money?”
The line went dead.
Logan lowered the phone without a word. The weight of silence filled the limo like fog. He looked at the briefcase, its metal surface smeared with a trace of blood.
