Time was meaningless in the safe house. When I woke up in a daze I had no idea how long we had been there. It felt like months, but I was certain it couldn’t have been more than a few days.

I dragged myself up and grabbed a water from the fridge. Logan was still in front of the computers, watching the numbers calculate. But now he was on the phone, almost speed talking. Something about an investigation and eradicating an extremist party.

I waited impatiently for him to finish, feeling more anxious by the minute. When Logan finally hung up the phone I could barely stand it and practically...