CHAPTER SIX
I had set the alarm for six, but I was up a little before five the next morning. Like any recent college graduate, I was used to going on only a few hours’ sleep, so it wasn’t much of a problem. I had not closed the curtains before I slept, so I had a great view of the sun just starting to rise behind the ocean. Normally, such a site would make me feel relaxed and peaceful, but today, I was anything but that. My brother was about to get taken out in some sort of a mob hit, and it was my job to makes sure that didn’t happen. I threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants and ran to the car.
It didn’t take long to get to Sam’s house. I pushed the button, and this time Sam’s voice answered.
“Hello,” he said, groggily.
“We need to talk,” I hissed into the speaker.
“Yeah, Logan. I was
