Chapter 48: Your head.
Logan watched Alfred from across the room intensely. He had always looked up to Alfred and took him as an idol when it comes to the game but sadly, the man is no longer as high as he held him to be.
Tsk seems like old age caught up with him or he was a little too greedy to think straight.
"Why don’t you add the police to your search for Adele?" Logan suggested, "Cheif commands them right?" he asked mockingly but Alfred was too relaxed and dumb to notice the mockery in Logan’s tune.
Alfred frowned, "I’d double your pay and pay you this instant." he assured.
Logan lifted his eyes to Alfred and not saying anything, he lifted his glass to his lips and took a slow luxurious sip.
Watching how nonchalantly Logan was seated taking luxurious sips from his wine glass, the little hope in Alfred’s eyes disappeared, "Just give me the fucking address," he commanded almost screaming as he lost his cool. This conversation wasn’t supposed to last for five minutes but now, it was almost an hour. He has things to do but Logan takes pleasure to delay him by being snobbish.
"Language Alfred," Logan cautioned as he drooped his glass on the table before him.
"So, what’s the address Logan?" he asked again.
Logan hissed as his sharp eyes met Alfred’s eyes, "I heard you the first time Alfred, but it wasn’t worth answering,"
Alfred’s face stiffed.
This Logan of a boy has honestly changed a lot. He even chose not to answer his question and is fearlessly telling him to his face.