Logan's POV
The moment I step out of the DPA station, I suck in air like I've been underwater.
It's not really any cleaner than it was inside. Somehow, years and years of cigarette smoke and sorrow have drenched the front steps of the place, rendering it as dreary as the inside. Still, it feels good to be out of there.
If I felt miserable in there after only a few minutes, I can only imagine how my father feels.
Avoiding the gaze of an annoyed looking Shepherd, I walk to my car and get in. The steering wheel creaks under my grip as I drive away from the DPA station, Dad's words looping, messy and disjointed, inside of my skull.
What the hell does that even mean? What 'greater things'? And why the fuck did he wait till he was behind bars to tell me anything about it?
