Logan Frost's Mysterious Identity

0145

The man led Logan and Sam through a series of narrow backstreets, his every step hesitant, as if considering bolting at any moment.

But he knew better, Logan’s cold stare and Sam’s watchful eyes made it clear that escape wasn’t an option.

After several blocks, they finally arrived at a small, nondescript restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. Inside, patrons ate their meals in relative peace, unaware of the storm brewing outside.

“There,” the man muttered, pointing toward a booth near the back. Carl sat casually, shoveling food into his mouth, oblivious to the danger closing in on him. He looked like any other diner unremarkable, scruffy, with a worn jacket draped over his shoulders.

But Logan’s instincts told him otherwise. This was the man who had been facilitating a plot to kill Mia, the woman Logan would protect with his life.

Without a word, Logan strode inside, his presence commanding attention. Sam stayed near the entrance, keeping an eye on the man who h