low-level leakers on the Task Force, but they’d somehow recruited one of the four agents. Maybe one of them was dirty, had some secret issue, or these people had leverage on the particular agent. Logan couldn’t say. In his book, they were all potentially guilty.
Nadine Baker was the least obvious of the four. Her grandmotherly personality put people at ease. He didn’t think she’d have the physical ability to kill, though. She was quite frail looking.
Her partner, Quinten Joon, was more suspect. The Asian American agent was the most aloof. Honestly, Logan didn’t think he’d ever had a casual conversation with the man. He was the easiest to track, though. He always had an alibi or a purpose to be somewhere when bad things happened, which eliminated him from the suspects.
Samuel Jenkins struck Logan as a by-the-book kind of guy. Too straight laced and up-tight for Logan’s tastes. Still, Kelsey thought highly of him, so Logan would always give the guy the benefit of the doubt. But sometimes it was hard. According to Diha, he turned his phone off for hours, even a whole weekend at a time, and would become untraceable. What was happening during all of those hours? What was he doing?
And then there was Baruti Wimbush. He was the most likable. His laugh filled a room. Everyone liked him. And yet, something about the guy was odd. Logan couldn’t put his finger on what. If that was all he had to go on, Logan would have dismissed it. The real red flag to Logan was Baruti’s constant disappearance. There were times when he’d randomly vanish, which was saying something of a guy with his build. Where was he going? What was he doing? Who was he talking to?
Logan knew better than to discuss any of this with Kelsey. At least not right now. She was very close with both Samuel and Baruti. At some point recently, she’d bonded with Nadine. Kelsey was too close to these people. Too emotionally attached.
He hadn’t realized that though until this afternoon. Her reaction to the news had taken him and the others by surprise.
A yellow cab pulled up to the building.
The back door opened and Kelsey got out.
He stood despite protesting muscles in his thighs. It was damn cold.
Kelsey turned and looked at him as the car pulled away.
Her stony expression betrayed none of her thoughts or feelings, so he waited as she walked toward him.
“How’d it go?” he asked when she was only a few feet away.
She shrugged. “Fine, I guess. They let everyone go?”
He nodded at his shoulder. “Nah, Zora said I should head home, take it easy.”
“Ah.” She scrubbed a hand across her face. “And Dixon?”
“He is still closeted with his lawyers, last I heard. There’s a bit of a stand-off between them and Zora right now.”
Kelsey wrinkled her nose. “Glad I don’t have to deal with that.”
“Yeah, I’ll say.”
She rocked back on her heels. “Hey, so, I know we said we’d talk after I got back, but do you think I can get a shower first?”
“Sure. You hungry?”
“Starving, actually.”
“How about you shower and by the time you’re done I’ll have dinner ready?”
Kelsey seemed to relax. “That sounds great. Give me half an hour?”
“I should be about done by then.”
“Great. See you then.”
She side-stepped him and he turned, watching her unlock and slip into her apartment. He told himself it was to ensure she got in okay and was safe, but the honest truth was that he liked looking at her. He liked being around her when they didn’t butt heads.
Logan blew out a breath, creating a little cloud of fog, and headed to his own apartment.
What should he cook?
His options weren’t very impressive seeing as he’d frozen what he could before this gig got going. Still, he had enough to throw in the pressure cooker for a simple chicken cacciatore. He even had some leftover bread that toasted nicely. By the time a knock sounded at his door, he was draining the pasta.
Logan checked the peephole and was relieved it wasn’t one of the guys. He’d be hard pressed to get rid of them without sharing dinner and some beers.
But it wasn’t one of the guys. It was Kelsey.
Until he and Kelsey had worked something out, he wasn’t keen on letting the guys know anything. Besides, honesty of that nature would only make himself a target of Harper’s jabs. Especially since it seemed that Kelsey had developed a friendship with the guys, too.
“Smells good.” She stepped inside