“What the hell are you doing here?” Nick said to Larry. “You should be out finding Logan and his sidekick.” Larry’s nerve went. “I was going to call Vince at home if he wasn’t here,” he said. “I just spoke to Logan on the phone.” “What did he say?” Nick said, standing up and facing Larry. “That I should drive north on 41 with the kid, and that he’d call me again with further instructions.” “And?” “I don’t know,” Larry said. “What else did your new buddy say?” “He isn’t my buddy. He told me that if I didn’t do it, then he’d kill me, then Vince, and then you. He also said he has a crew.” “We need to find him and deal with him,” Nick said. “Fleming didn’t know a lot, but Logan will have pumped him, and he has his laptop. I’d guess that if he got the kid back he’d hand over everything he has to the police. And if that sounds paranoid, it’s because I am, Larry. I don’t want to draw heat from the FBI, DEA or any other fucking law enforcement agency that uses acronyms. They’re like backyard pit bulls, and once they get their teeth into you they don’t let go.”
