His beautiful face was almost unrecognizable. Tears threatened to run down my face, but I sniffed them back and tried to think on my feet. Brodie wasn't there, but Logan was, and somehow, somehow against all odds, I was going to have to save him. And save myself, for that matter.
Logan looked at me through his swollen, black-and-blue eyes. Blood ran down his nose and dripped onto his chest. A homemade gag was stuffed in his mouth, and he groaned through it when he saw me. He still wore his tuxedo pants, but they were ripped and stained with his blood. His torso was naked and already bruising.
I turned to Kevin. "Listen, there has been a terrible, terrible mistake here. Logan is Mr. Gairloch's friend. Do you understand me? His friend. And I'm his friend, as well. Whatever this information
