The Son-In-Law’s Revenge

45

Four hours ago…

A black SUV zoomed through one of the slums of Chinatown, tinted glass and private plates, it most definitely drew the attention of the goons around who looked on as it stopped right in front of the lifeless man on the floor covered in a black bag.

The bag was unzipped, the man in it was naked, with a bullet hole right in the middle of his head that might have been the cause of his death, he gave no other hints of who his assassinant might have been.

Logan and the other two occupants of the car made their way off the ace toward the pool of blood.

He stood in the middle of the dark alleyway, he took off his shades and squatted till he was staring straight at the man's dead eyes that were still right there opened.

With his palm, he covers them before standing back up.

"Who reported it?" He asked the other man that was beside him.

"One of the men here."

"Can I speak to him?" He requested.

The man walked away and returned after a minute with another man that looked like a local.

"You speak English? " He asked the man who looked obviously scared.

" A little... " He stuttered, his lips trembled as he was visibly shaken.

"Bring him along with us." He ordered before leading the way back to the car .

Soon as they left, an ambulance swooped in stopping right where they had been just a moment ago.

For Logan in the car, there was just one thing on mind and that was finding whoever did this, with all fingers in his mind pointing at just one person: Wade.

*****

It was a hot far from perfect afternoon, but the steady breeze was the perfect interlude. The lights didn't find a way to wound around the frame of the room like it would have normally done .

Logan relaxes on the Soft chairs however he was far from being comfortable..He stared intensely at the man.

In the dark room the man they picked up was seen facing Logan, the man looked unsettled almost as though he was this fear he could be shot at any moment, so far his English seemed perfect.

He stopped staring at the man and looked at the man with hands folded abreast.

"Get him a drink." He requested.

A soft wind blew into the room as the other man left them alone. Outside - Condensation

dripped down the crystal glasses, lighting up in the rays of light and till it was glinting

Looking into the man's eyes it was easy to see that he was scared, all Logan was trying to do was calm the man's nerves, so he could give an accurate description.

Nearby, a sketcher was leaning a dim lamp making a sketch of the man's details as a pulse leapt into his throat as Logan's hard palm covered his pulling him back to the moment.

His mind was brought back to the moment.

"You are going to be fine, I am not like others won't hurt you."

He wanted to believe those words, but again all he felt in his soul was still that fear, he was scared of what the implications of the entire truth might be.

He pushed himself back on his seat as he continued to give the image for who the person he had seen shooting might have been.

Logan stood from his seat. " You said you saw someone, in a black SUV."

"Yes, it drove away before he…Before he was shot. "He stuttered again.

Logan walked toward the man that had been making sketches, it was hard to tell: Leather jacket, dark shoes, no visible hair, a defined eyebrow average height… The list was endless yet nothing.

The guard walked back in with the glass finally and handed it to him just when Logan was coming out of the other room that had his safe.

He threw two bundles to the man, whose eyes widened in shock.

"That's a waste of your time."

As soon as the man walked out of the room he closed my eyes, he needed a break…It was starting to look like that was something that might never happen.

Those times of his life had passed, the day he had a break from all this madness was the day the sky would fall.

His chest tightened, and he looked down the table at the Sketch, two other men were there, one a brother to the deceased, from their conversation if there was anything they wanted it was to get rid of the man that had done this.

“Not sure what you’re talking about but if you need to know anything as time goes on you come to me.” He drew.

"What was his name? "He asked, remembering that he hadn't gotten the man's name before the call had ended.

His brother’s eyes flickered with darkness. "He was the only one I had."

Logan. amusement faded into a deathly quiet that even the men at the table could recognize as everything went still…

"I wouldn't mind doing this by myself, all I want to do is get this man and bring him to justice, I just need you to say yes. "

What began with an innocent suggestion between them was slowly becoming a reality, it was playing out just the way they thought he would.

The man sitting to the left of him grunted sardonically. He'd learned his name was Parco

he’d hardly said more than that word ever since.

"You only speak from anger, there are ways we can do this ."

His dark gaze centered on the man ignoring the other that just spoke . “Do you think you can handle this? "

The man shook head." It is better that I do that. "

He shook his head. “If I didn't, I would live with his ghost forever."

He could hear the voice in his head telling him the man might go out for control, he turned to Parco who merely nodded his head.

"You have my permission- " He was about to say more when the phone buzzed.

" I have to be somewhere." He announced.

"Do you want us to come with you?" Parco asked.

"No, I would be fine." He stared at the pictures before walking out