Carter lay on the floor, his face contorted in pain as he pleaded with Logan, "Alright, alright. I'll tell you, just please, no more punches."Logan, still poised for action, flexed his fists, sending a clear message to Carter. "Tell me the truth, and we'll be done with this."Carter, aware that he had no other option, slowly picked up his fallen phone from the other side of the room and raised it, awaiting Logan's permission to make a call. Logan watched him intently, his patience growing thin. "Don't play any more games, Carter."Carter, sweat beading on his forehead, nodded fervently. "No more games, I promise."With Logan's reluctant permission, Carter dialed a number he clearly knew by heart. After a few rings, a voice on the other end answered, "Yeah, what do you want?"Carter, his voice trembling, spoke the words Logan had been waiting to hear. "I need you to track a vehicle. The plate number is KXW-375B."The voice on the other end of the call responded quickly, "Alright, whe
Logan's heart raced as the taxi came to a halt in front of the address provided by Carter. He paid the driver, who offered one more piece of advice about getting his injury checked, but Logan was on a mission and brushed it off.With Carter's SIM card now in his phone, Logan dialed the number of the guy who monitored the tracker. "Hello," Logan began. "I'm at the old warehouse, where are you at?" In response, Carter's guy told him to wait that he'd be out soon, directing Logan as he headed outside. Logan followed the directions provided by the voice on the other end of the call, leading him inside a large building.As he climbed the stairs, Logan's thoughts raced. He couldn't shake the fear that Carter had somehow broken free and called this muscular guy to deal with him. The intense atmosphere weighed on him, and when the guy noticed Logan's anxious demeanor, he inquired more than once about what was bothering him. Logan brushed it off, claiming it was nothing.Finally, they reached
Logan hurried towards a nearby parking lot, his mind racing with the newfound information he had obtained. He needed to get to the last known location where his former boss and Carter's car had been recorded, but before he could hail a cab, his phone began to ring.He picked up the call, his voice calm and collected as he greeted, "Hello?"On the other end of the line, a matured man's voice seethed with anger. "You're Logan, right? How could you walk into my house and do that to my son?"Logan's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the voice. It was Carter's dad, and he was fuming. The threat in the man's tone was clear, as he vowed to lock Logan up and deal with him both legally and illegally.Realization washed over Logan, and he cursed himself for not removing Carter's SIM card sooner. In a moment of quick thinking, he cut the call abruptly, grateful that he hadn't revealed any more information.With a sigh of relief, Logan decided to change his route. He found a different car and
Logan's senses slowly returned as he found himself in a cold, dark room. The atmosphere was heavy, and the surroundings felt like a basement, with the faint scent of dampness in the air. Panic seized him as he realized he was bound to a chair, his arms and legs securely tied. He struggled, pulling against the tight restraints, but the ropes held fast.A mocking voice sliced through the darkness. "You shouldn't bother, Logan. Those ropes are designed to withstand far more struggle than you can muster."The words sent a chill down Logan's spine, and he craned his neck to see the source of the voice. The basement light bulb flickered to life, revealing his former boss, Mr. Williams, standing before him, a malicious grin etched across his face. Beside Mr. Williams stood a hulking stranger, an imposing figure who appeared to be his bodyguard.Laughter echoed through the grim room as Mr. Williams leaned in closer to Logan. "You thought you could find me, didn't you, Logan? You thought you c
As Logan emerged from the fiery basement into the building's first floor, he found himself in a living nightmare. Smoke and flames consumed the hallway in both directions, cutting off any easy escape. The acrid odor of burning wood and chemicals filled the air, choking him as he gasped for breath. Panic surged through him as he realized that his path to the front door was blocked by an inferno.Desperation drove him to the back of the house, and with each step, the fire crept closer. He reached a room with a window, its glass panes already starting to crack from the heat. Without hesitation, Logan smashed the window with his elbow, sending shards of glass tinkling to the ground outside. The escape route was within reach, but as he jumped through the window, the fire followed him.There was a deafening explosion as the room ignited, a searing burst of flames that sent Logan flying through the air. The blast singed his clothes and burned his skin, but fate was on his side. He landed wit
Logan had been simmering with anger ever since he watched the news about his former boss, Mr. Williams, turning himself in at the police station. His frustration reached a boiling point, and he couldn't contain his temper any longer. The need for justice consumed him, and he decided to take matters into his own hands.With a determined look on his face, he retrieved his phone and dialed the number he had found for the original owner of the canteen, Mr. Peterson. The phone rang, and a female voice answered, "Hello, who is this?"Logan wasted no time and replied urgently, "I have urgent information for Mr. Peterson. It's about your former employee, Mr. Williams."The voice on the other end hesitated for a moment, then said, "Hold on, please. I'll see if Mr. Peterson is available."Logan tapped his fingers impatiently as he waited for the main owner to come on the line. He had no intention of waiting for too long, given the urgency of the situation. Finally, a man's voice came through t
As they stood outside, away from prying eyes, Daniel pressed Logan for an explanation.Logan hesitated but decided to reveal part of the truth. "My former boss has been sending people to hassle me since he returned. He even tasked me with paying him for the damage to the store. It's been a nightmare, Danny."Daniel's eyes widened in shock. "Why didn't you tell anyone about this, Logan? We could have helped you deal with this mess."Logan shrugged, a hint of shame in his voice. "Those guys who damaged the store that day mentioned my name. I thought I could handle it myself, but it's spiraled out of control."Daniel's concern for his friend was evident. "Look, Logan, you don't have to go through this alone. We're in this together, okay? How much does he want, and how can we resolve this?"Logan sighed with relief, touched by Daniel's support. "He's asking for a substantial amount monthly, but I would handle it."Daniel patted Logan on the back. "Then we'll split the cost, my friend. We'
As the new day dawned, Logan was determined to take action. He had an important message to deliver to the main owner of the canteen, and he couldn't afford to waste any time. With the precious evidence he had gathered, Logan understood that he needed to act swiftly.First, he decided to call the main owner from a payphone, not wanting to risk exposing his own number. He dialed the number and waited anxiously as it rang. When the owner answered, he could sense the suspicion in the man's voice."Hello, who is this?" In response, Logan tried to brush off the man's question by responding, "who i am doesn't matter..." But before he could conclude the sentence, Mr Peterson interupted abstruptly, "and how do you expect me to trust you if you won't tell me who you are?" He demanded, clearly still wary from the previous day's call.Logan didn't waste any time and got straight to the point. "I don't have the luxury of time for introductions. What you need to know is that your life is in danger.