Page 44 of Sin Bin

The fellas’ expressions were a little too innocent for his liking.

He jabbed a warning finger at them. “Tell Jenna I don’t want a damn party. I’m so fucking serious. I will lose my shit if she—”

“We hear you,” Hunter calmly interrupted. “We’ll make sure your wishes are respected. You have our word. Right, boys?”

Reid and Viggo nodded.

Scowling, Logan picked up his refilled glass and swigged down the contents. Right at that moment he felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck.

Lowering his empty glass to the table, he glanced out the window, his gaze moving across the street.

Suddenly he went still, barely breathing.

There was a woman standing at the bus stop. She was wearing a short black cocktail waitress uniform with black mesh stockings and black pumps. Her long black hair was blowing around her face and she had on dark sunglasses.

She appeared to be staring right at Logan.

Heart pounding in his ears, he scrambled out of the booth and raced toward the exit. People stared at him, their faces blurring together as he rushed past them.

When he got outside he could still see the woman across the street, her hair blowing slowly in the wind.

He started running across the parking lot, desperate to reach her.

Suddenly a car backed out right in front of him and almost hit him. He cursed in frustration as the driver slammed on the brakes and then rolled down his window.

“Hey, buddy, watch where you’re—” The aggrieved man broke off when he recognized Logan. “Hey, sorry about that, Brassard. I didn’t see you coming.”

Logan had already walked off, his frantic gaze sweeping over the bus stop.

The woman was gone.

Shielding his eyes against the bright sun, he looked up and down the street. There wasn’t a bus in sight.

It was like the woman had vanished into thin air.

A shiver ran up his spine like invisible fingers.

He heard voices coming up behind him.

“Damn, bro,” Reid said jokingly. “You took off like a bat outta hell. Good thing it wasn’t your turn to pick up the check.”

Logan didn’t respond. He was still staring at the spot where the woman had stood. Had he only imagined her? Was he seeing ghosts now?

A convulsive trembling passed over his whole body. He felt like he was losing his fucking mind.

“What’re you looking at?” Viggo asked curiously.

“Nothing.” His voice was a dry croak. “I-I thought I saw someone.”

The others followed the direction of his haunted stare. “Who?”

“Someone I…once knew.” He felt nauseous, the meal he’d just eaten threatening to come back up.

Hunter put a hand on his shoulder, concerned green eyes studying his face. “You okay?”

Logan jerked his head in a nod. He had to get out of there.

Reid held out his sunglasses to him. “You left these on the table.”

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