The ghost at the table – Draft 03 – Chapter 13
Logan The phone buzzed, a low grumble on the hardwood table. I eyed it, knowing who it would be before the screen lit up with Dragon’s codename. His calls never meant good news. “Logan,” his voice was a hiss, quick and urgent, “they’re onto you. The cops. Your digital trails.” “Damn.” My fingers drummed against the tabletop. Lay low? The idea grated at me, like […]