Well, it kinda took a while and it's so short, as almost everything I write, but it's finally here. Went to Peru for this summer vacation and inspiration came to me, even if just for this tidbit. Not to mention that my lovely host provided me of the most awesome cookies ever, so I consider those came from Rosabelmay. Many thanks to Milou, Jeanetteg and Meg too :) You keep me motivated to finish this, no matter what.


The Cale Agenda

IV


It went against common sense to attend Guevara's funeral. But Logan had promised him to protect both him and his daughter, and now, with the man dead and the girl missing, he felt the least he could do at the time was to show his respect, if not his shame, in the cemetery that would be the doctor's final resting place.

Seth stood behind him. He had insisted to join him, since he wanted to make sure it wasn't a trap to capture anyone else involved. "I just don't wanna wake up tomorrow and learn that my favorite employer is dead," the younger man told him. Seth's presence had made it easier to lie about his involvement with the doctor; Seth being his brother, and former Maxine's boyfriend for a while, during which he had known and appreciated the man greatly...

But no one asked what they were doing there, nobody really cared, so there was no need to say something that wasn't truth. The news Rafael Guevara's death went unnoticed for many people. Few attended his funeral, most of them neighbors who had envisioned him during his life as a gentleman of good manners, and believed that they could not continue living next to his empty house if they did not say goodbye to him. Only one woman lost her sanity for a moment, ranting against the daughter, that ungrateful bitch that probably killed him to have all of his money, and then the image of Alina Herrero inevitably came to his mind.

Seth read his thoughts, pulling him away from the spot of the cemetery where Guevara's body would rot for eternity. "Even if it was her," said the young man, who seemed refined and attentive with that navy blue suit, "this time it wasn't your fault."

Like that could make things easier.


When they reached the penthouse, Seth threw his car keys at the desk, pounding the keyboard in the process. Logan undid his tie, allowing the strip of black cloth to hang ungracefully around his neck. During the trip home, he had considered taking the evening off, to relax for a moment, but the noise from the keys had caught his attention, and diverted his gaze to his office. He had much to do, and he was grateful his bodyguard-driver-messenger gave him some lame excuse to leave. It was most likely that Seth would spend all night drinking in that scandalous place he frequented with his friends from his other work. Logan could not afford such pleasures.

At last, he decided to hang a little in his livingroom, grabbing the phone to call his main contact in the PD, Matt Sung—again. The case of Guevara's murder was not in his hands, but he had promised to ask his partners about it. It was just his luck, then, that Matt was about to leave, only pausing to apologize for not having found anything yet.

Forgetting to place the phone back into its base, Logan went to his office. He kept looking for her, running her name in every database he could remember, crossing words and references that might give him her whereabouts. Replies to his sent emails were in his inbox; forensic offices, police departments in other counties, hospitals—no one had seen her. Heck, they didn't even claimed to have seen someone who looked in the slightest way like Maxine Guevara. Logan appreciated their efforts, even if for the first time, a strange frustration gripped him by his contacts' inefficiency. His contacts. Hah. The keys were still in the place they had landed next to the keyboard, and his fingers played absently with them as he was forced to remember the one who couldn't get the job well done, the one who had promised so much and accomplished so little, the one that had failed was him...

He grabbed the keys and suddenly turned around in his chair. He swung his arm, drawing a parabola as he threw them through the office and even the livingroom, where they hit the forgotten phone, while its battery was slowly discharging over the surface of the red couch. There was only one thing he had not tried, and that only because Seth had managed to convince him that, if Manticore was behind the murder of the doctor, it was possibly also behind Maxine's disappearance; therefore, trying to contact her was as dangerous as it had been working with her father in the first place. However, deprived of any other better idea, open to the endless, even horrible possibilities, Logan stood up, the undone tie still adorning his neck. His fingers trembled slightly as he dialed the number, for some reason easier to remember than the other hundreds, if not thousands, that were stored in Eyes Only database, and then he brought the device to his right ear to listen...


Yay, Logan's in da house! I'm bouncing off of happiness, even when it's my fault this is his first appearance...