past Tucker to Felecia.
Felecia’s father, Obran, had been something of an international underworld celebrity. He’d begun doing simple forgeries. When Logan and the others had targeted him, those forgeries had changed. He created new identities and lives and even faces for people with the help of a now disbanded team.
Obran had known Skilton’s name. Logan was willing to bet that Obran knew a lot more than he was letting on.
“I want to talk to Obran myself,” Logan said.
Zora shook her head. “That’s not going to happen.”
“I’m not asking. Where is he?”
“I’d like the room, please.” Zora pressed her hands to the table top and looked at him. “Logan and I need to have a word alone.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at her.
The others filed out quickly and quietly.
The door closed, leaving them in near silence.
“Every available resource is focused on finding them,” Zora said.
“No, they’re focused on Skilton. For all we know, he’s killed and disposed of Kelsey by now.”
“Logan, I’m going to take the liberty of speaking to you as a friend right now.” She lowered herself into a rolling desk chair. “I understand your relationship with Kelsey is a bit of a rollercoaster and you have feelings for each other.”
He stepped back, surprised by her statement.
Zora’s lips curved into a small smile. “What? You think I hadn’t picked up on that? The two of you have been circling each other for months, and then all of a sudden you figure out how to play nice?”
He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.
“Before you ask, I don’t know anything. I’m only guessing based on body language and what I’ve observed. You’re a very loyal person, so it stands to reason you’d have strong feelings should any of our team be in danger. But for you to turn on your own teammate? It has to be something quite strong. More than a simple attraction. You love her, don’t you?”
Logan took a moment to absorb her words. He ignored the question. His feelings were irrelevant right now.
“I know what you must think of me, but I promise you I am focused on bringing Kelsey home. She is a priority. At the same time I cannot forget that Dixon was also abducted, and that Skilton is a very dangerous person. I have to balance those three efforts with our limited resources. I’ve already tried talking to Obran, but he hasn’t been very forthcoming.”
“What about the wife? Karen? What about her?” Logan asked.
Zora nodded. “She and their son are here under protection. Just in case.”
“Let me talk to her.”
“I’ve found her to be even less helpful than Obran.”
Logan shook his head. “I need to try.”
She sighed. “I can’t tell you no. Karen isn’t under arrest. She’s here for her own benefit.”
“Thanks,” Logan muttered. “And, sorry.”
“I appreciate that, but it is unnecessary. I’ve used you for my own means. You aren’t wrong about that.”
“Maybe, but I know you care.”
“Go.” She waved. “I have things to do.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Logan turned and let himself out the door.
Tucker was waiting outside like a guard dog. Logan wasn’t ready to recant what he’d said. These days, Tucker didn’t feel like he was part of the team anymore.
Evan took a step into Logan’s path. “What are you going to do?”
He glanced at Felecia. “I’m going to try talking to Karen.”
Felecia flinched at the name. To Logan’s knowledge, Felecia saw her younger brother regularly but never their mother.
“Do you know where she is?” he asked.
“Um, yeah. She’s down the hall, third door on the left,” Felecia said. “You think...she’d help?”
“I’m grasping at straws.”
Felecia blinked a few times, but didn’t say anything else.
Logan nodded and strode down the hall she’d indicated.
Third door on the left.
He paused, gathering his thoughts then knocked.
“Enter,” a woman called out.
Logan twisted the doorknob and pushed it open.
Felecia’s little brother, Jacob, lay on a cot with earbuds in. His eyes were closed and his breathing even. His mother sat in a desk chair with a magazine in hand and a lamp at her back.
“He asleep?” Logan asked.
“Out like a light.” Karen set the magazine aside. “I don’t suppose that’s what you’re here to talk to me about.”
“No. Can I ask you a few things?”
She stood, smoothing her hands down the baggy sweater she’d worn over skinny jeans. “In the hall.”
Logan backed up, and she exited the room, pulling the door shut so only a sliver of light got in.
“I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but Skilton has kidnapped