Tokyo

Sitting at a corner table with near-empty glasses of Coke and Perrier, Bill and Kim were the last customers remaining in the Imperial's bar when Logan finally came in. They could tell at once he was furious.

A waiter approached.

"Suntori. A double. Ice, no water."

Logan was curt. The waiter bowed and scurried away.

Logan ran his fingers through his hair, then noticed the others concerned looks.

"Oh. Yeah, it was him. He's dead."