Page 40 of Rhythm Of Redemption

“Just do it,” Logan instructed Angel before hanging up.

“Sorry, I didn't realise you were on the phone,” Dani apologised, approaching with a freshly made sandwich. Her eyes sparkled with a touch of pride as she offered the plate to Logan. “Mum's not here, so I made you some lunch. I hope you like it.” She hung around awkwardly. She hesitated for a moment, a subtle hint of awkwardness lingering in the air. “Well, I guess I'll leave you to it.”

Ignoring her discomfort and eagerness to leave, Logan insisted, “No, stay. We need to have a little chat.” He motioned for her to take a seat; his eyes fixed on her.

Dani hesitated, her gaze shifting nervously. “About what?” she finally asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

“I think you already know,” Logan replied, his tone firm. He wanted to protect Dani, but he needed to understand why she was hanging around with people like that scumbag they found her with.

Reluctantly, Dani took a seat, her body tense.

“What the hell are you doing, Dani?” Logan's voice crackled with a mix of concern and frustration. His eyes bore into hers, searching for answers. “Why are you hanging around with deadbeats like him?”

Dani shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. “He's not that bad, Logan,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

Logan's face contorted slightly. “Don't defend him, Dani. He’s a loser and not someone you should hang around with.” A heavy sigh escaped his lips, a mixture of frustration and genuine concern. He leaned forward, his voice full of urgency. “Dani, I saw those roaches in the ashtray yesterday. I don't want to have to mention it to your mother, but if I have to, I will.”

Dani's eyes widened, a hint of defiance flashing in her gaze. She finally locked eyes with him, her voice a mix of fear and defiance. “You wouldn't,” she retorted, a spark of rebellion fuelling her words.

“Try me,” he challenged. “Listen, Dani, I've witnessed first-hand the destructive impact parasites like him have on people's lives. I don't want that for you. You’re better than that. How do you even know this guy, anyway?”

“He's a friend of Sofia's,” Dani replied, her voice a little hesitant.

“Was she the one who was with you in my club that night?” Dani nodded, confirming his suspicion. “How long have you known her?” Logan enquired, hoping to gather more information.

“She moved here about a year ago to live with her dad. Her parents are divorced, and she hates her step-father,” Dani explained.

Driven by curiosity, Logan pressed on. “And who's her father?”

“Argh! You're worse than my mum,” she exclaimed, her frustration palpable in her voice.

Logan paused, considering his next move. “Would you rather we wait until she gets back to have this conversation?” he offered.

Dani's response was immediate, rejecting the idea with a sulky expression as she slumped back into her chair. “No,” she muttered, letting out a long sigh. “I don't know his name, but he owns Sofia's, the restaurant across from your place. It's where all the old British pensioners hang out.”

Logan's concern deepened. Sofia's restaurant had a terrible reputation and attracted a notable crowd of British criminals during the holiday season, becoming a favourite gathering spot for those seeking a mix of camaraderie and anonymity. “And Sofia's father owns it?” he asked, seeking confirmation.

Dani couldn't contain her frustration and responded with a sarcastic tone, “Well, obviously! That's why it's called Sofia's.”

Ignoring her sassy remark, Logan continued, “And this boy …” he began.

Dani interrupted with a snort of amusement. “He's twenty-two. And his name is Pieter.”

Ignoring her deflection, Logan considered their age difference. “Is he your boyfriend?” he asked.

Dani's expression twisted in disgust. “No way. Do I look desperate?”

Determined to unravel the truth, he pressed on. “If he's not your boyfriend and Sofia was in school, why were you hanging around in his apartment?”

Dani's unease became apparent as she squirmed in her seat, nervously tapping her fingers on the sides. Logan's stern gaze bore into her, demanding the truth. “Well?” he urged, causing her to jump slightly.

“Okay,” Dani huffed, frustration visible in her voice. “He sometimes gives us weed for free,” she reluctantly admitted. “But yesterday, I swear, I was just hanging out. After the argument with my mum, I needed some space to clear my head.”

Logan's concern deepened as he probed further. “How often?”

Confusion filled Dani's eyes. “What do you mean?”

“How many times have you and your friend been there to smoke drugs?” Logan's voice remained unwavering.

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