Logan pushed the bathroom door open, and five seconds later we followed. Logan was in the process of getting the old boy out, and gave me an owlish look as he hastily did himself back up.
"Here now, you can't—" His words cut off and he fell silent.
Azriel glanced at me. "Lock the door."
I did so, then leaned back against it and crossed my arms. Azriel touched two fingers to Logan's forehead, and closed his eyes. For several minutes nothing happened. Then someone bashed on the door behind me, the suddenness of it making me jump.
"The bathroom is closed for cleaning," I yelled. "Give us ten minutes, or use the bathrooms on the other side of the building."
Muttered curses followed this statement, but the footsteps moved away.
Azriel stepped back from Logan, who didn't move or respond in any way. Azriel obviously still held his mind, keeping him unseeing and unhearing. "I have a description of the man Logan knows as Nadler, but I suspect it is not the right one."
I frowned. "Because we're dealing with a face-shifter?"
"No, because Logan's memory centers show signs of recent intrusion. Whoever Nadler is, he obviously doesn't want the form Logan sees to be known."
"Suggesting he could be tracked through it." That is, if the description we pulled from Logan's memory was the right one, and not another means of subterfuge. If it wasn't, then all of this had been a waste of time.
"Not necessarily," Azriel commented.
I stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was referring to our dance or our actions with Logan. I wasn't sure I wanted an answer—especially if it referred to the former rather than the latter.
"Meaning what?"
"Well, it is obvious that the person behind the reworking of Logan's memories is extremely powerful. Whoever it is also has enough knowledge about reapers to set up reasonably strong blocks."
"And?" I asked, sensing there was such a block in place.