The tea was warm and steadying as it moved down my throat, the steam curling up from the cup. The porcelain was thin, almost weightless in my hand, decorated with a gold rim that caught the light from the tall windows.
I set the delicate china cup back on the glass table and scanned the documents Logan had placed in front of me.
"That is bad," I whispered, my eyes tracing the numbers.
"For them, not for you," Logan said. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the permanent scowl on his face unchanged from the first day I met him.
The first time I met him, I thought he disliked me. Now I knew that was simply his face. He was nothing like Gabriel. Gabriel could look terrifying even when he tried not to. Logan, on the other hand, would probably look handsome if he ever bothered to smile.
"Do you think you can find more of his offshore accounts?" I asked.
"I am working on that. It will be difficult since he split the money across too many countries."
