Part Fifteen: The Diner on Fifth

Logan asked to meet three weeks later.

I picked a diner near Deborah’s office because it was public and because I wanted to be able to leave.

He looked bad.

He had lost weight, and he had that gray quality men get when they have not been sleeping and have been drinking a bit more than usual and are not admitting either.

He had, he said, finally told his mother to stop.