“Yes,it is. I need some type of advantage,” I said.
Seagravenodded. “Yes, you do. But Logan, I have no idea what that mightbe.”
Chapter 8
Mychosen place to think is usually when walking out dogs. We have avery intelligent yellow Lab named Cooper and a brown almost orangecocker spaniel named Sheila. It’s very relaxing to walk themthrough a park. We generally go about a mile. I am refreshed whenweget back to the house and, more than once, an idea or two haspoppedinto my mind. However, I don’t walk holograms of dogs, so that wasnot an option. The second choice was playing golf.
Iwatched as Astrid swung and hammered the ball. It shot down thefairway, eased left in her familiar hook and bounced in the middleofthe fairway. The first hole was an almost dead-straight away par 4four hundred and
