Chapter 228. The Hearing- Logan Speaks
SEDONA
Logan was called at two-ten.
I watched him walk to the stand with red of rapped attention. I had spent three years learning to suppress that side of myself. It was the type of attention that I normally accomplished with everything in me. I was the one who saw things accurately instead of the version I had edited to make the room easier to be in. I saw him clearly now. The composed performance of Logan Hayes in any high-stakes situation: shoulders back, pace measured, the small adjustments of a man who understood he was being watched and had prepared for being watched.
I used to find this reassuring. The control, the containment. I had read it as steadiness. I knew what it was now.
His lawyer guided him through the prepared version. Devoted
