“I took plenty of blood on the plane,” said Doc.“We’ll analyze what he gave you so we can better understand any potential long-term effects.”Logan nodded, pushing himself up and out of the water at the dock.He felt stronger and healthier than he had in years.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he started to walk down the path.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” asked Ham.
“I’m going to kill a general.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“Logan, you’re not doing this alone,” said Ham.“Moisson asked for our help and we’re going to give it to him.You’ll be included in this and we’ll track that bastard down.Get some fucking rest and we’ll head back to D.C. in the morning.”
Logan thought about going off and doing this himself but he knew Ham was right and he knew that his family would only follow him.He needed their help.Nodding, he continued to walk toward his cottage.
“Keep eyes on him,” said Gator.
“You know we will,” said Rush.“I know you won’t need my help but if you do…”
“We’ll find you,” said Ham.
Sleep didn’t come easy for Logan.He tossed and turned, remembering the happy smiling faces of those little girls at the orphanage and school.He wondered how they could be so happy knowing that Fitzwilliam was probably coming back to rape them again and again.
At breakfast, he finally was able to talk to his mother and grandmother.Tru wrapped him in a hug so tight, he thought he’d never be able to breathe again.
“Nanny,” he gasped, “let me go, please.”
“If you ever try to say goodbye to me again I will personally beat your ass,” she frowned with tears in her eyes.
“I wasn’t myself, Nanny.I’m sorry.”She nodded, touching his cheek with her soft hand and kissing his other cheek.
“You ready to head back to D.C.?” asked Gator.
“Who all is going?” he asked.
“Conor, Moose, Fitch, Sor, Pax, Saint, and River.”Logan gave a small smirk, just at the corner of his mouth.
“Gee, do you think that will be enough?”
“If it’s not, we have a few dozen more ready,” said Cowboy.“Find out what Moisson can tell you and then get back to us.”
Logan was quiet the whole way to D.C.He kept replaying all that had happened, all that he witnessed.
“Something bugging you, Logan?” asked Moose.
“Everything.I know what I saw that night.I saw Fitzwilliam go into that school with two other men, but I couldn’t see their faces.They brought out two young girls, teenagers maybe.I should have stopped it.”
“You didn’t know, brother and you had no reason to think he was doing anything awful with them,” said Fitch.
“But the woman and her husband, they showed me pictures of them carrying the girls back to the orphanage.It looked like they were bleeding.”
“It’s possible,” nodded Sor.
“Then why, why when I was out there doing recon, verifying that it was not a place where Mogdani would be, did I see happy, playing kids?If something terrible had happened to them, wouldn’t they have been sad?”
“Maybe not all of them knew, brother,” said Pax.“We’ll figure it all out, Logan.Don’t beat yourself up.We’ve all been there in the place of ‘I shoulda, coulda, woulda’.Don’t get lost in that shit.”
Logan nodded and by the time they landed, he realized that the men were right.Moisson asked them to meet him at a local restaurant and when they arrived, handing the keys to the valet, they were suddenly faced with something, someone unexpected.
“Y-you killed my sister,” she stammered.The young woman was maybe twenty-four or twenty-five.She had long dark hair, huge hazel eyes, and a soft tan to her skin.She was wearing a pair of white shorts with running shoes and a t-shirt emblazoned with the University of Virginia logo.
