“300,000 credits. That’s what I’ll pay. Just so I can make her life a living hell.” Logan’s eyes went wide. That was twice what he had hoped for. “Sure,” he stammered. But even as greedy as Logan was, the concern on his face was evident. “Then it’s a deal,” Nicky said. The two shook on it. Logan handed him the keys to the handcuffs. “Why don’t you stick around. Drinks and entertainment are on the house tonight. Pick any girl you’d like.” “Thanks,” he said, thinly. Logan stood there for a moment, staring at Slade. “The transaction is over. Go. Have some fun.” Nicky shooed him along. Logan strolled away, past the bouncer and the velvet rope of the VIP lounge. But he kept glancing back at Slade. He looked like he almost felt sorry for her. Nicky glared at Slade.
