When one phone call changes everything…
Logan Alexander is in exile. It’s a self-inflicted exile but an exile nonetheless. As the most gifted cracker on the east coast, he’s made a few of the wrong friends and even more of the worst kind of enemies.
A job takes a wrong turn and in the aftermath, he goes into hiding. If he can just manage to stay away, if he can continue to evade the ghosts that have been haunting him, then no one else will ever get hurt because of him.
Or so he thinks.
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I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to say to Asa when I get to his house, but I thoroughly expect to be thrown off the grounds.
The house is hard to miss. It’s one of the largest in all of Montgomery County with its three stories, all brick exterior and large white pillars on either side of the front door. I remember all the time I spent in that house, tucked away in the basement office, pouring over Asa’s books, business contracts and client files.
I don’t want to go in because I know things on the other side of that door will be very different this time around.
Still, I need to do this, so I take one long, deep breath and then press the doorbell. A few seconds later, a hunched over, mousy looking older man comes to the door. “Mr. Alexander,” he says, sounding not at all pleased.
I nod. “Bernard.”
He stands there looking at me and making it clear he’s not actually letting me in.
“I’m here to see Asa.”
“If I may, sir—”
“No, you may not. Just tell Asa I’m here.”
“Sir, may I remind you that you were told not to come back here. Maybe it would be best if you just left.”
I push past the small man with ease. “Asa,” I call out. “Come on down here. I want to talk to
There’s perfect silence for a few seconds.
I call for Asa again.
“What the hell? What’s all that racket?” a raspy voice yells from somewhere up the stairs.
“I’m sorry, sir,” starts Bernard. “I tried to get him to leave, but he barged in.”
“Who?” asks Asa coming down the stairs.
He stops short when he sees me standing in the foyer. “What the hell are you doing here?” He says this through gritted teeth, voice dripping with contempt. “I thought I told you never to come back.”