Logan Walker Novels & Stories

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

The unknown driver quickly whined down his glasses, I checked the person to find out the said Bentley driver is Logan. "Hey, how're doing, it's been ages, look at you now, all muscled and hard chinned, em Jamicans babes, been rushing ya", Logan squeaked in his Jamaican accent. "I get, you manwhore, looking for who to add to your group of man whores, but thank you I'm not interested", I said loudly. "So how is life here, I guess things are really hard here", I asked Logan. "Man life's good, no too much stress, as long as you're ready to mind your business with no tongue waggling", Logan said.

"Mommy, Daddy, there really isn't anything wrong. Why don't you believe me at all? "Even if you don't believe me, you should believe Mick, right? After all, he's the most honest Interpol agent promoted by the organization. Am I right, Mick?" Whitney gave Mick a look, hoping that he would play along. Mick immediately nodded in agreement. "Mr. Walker, Ms. Cooper, we really didn't face anything. We just got exposed by the workers on the road. They reported me to the cops, saying that I was driving without a license.