"Logan, I'm so sorry."

"What happened?"

The waiter returned with the whisky. Logan downed most of it and asked the man to bring him another.

"He, it was..."

Logan finished his drink and took a deep breath.

"It was a morgue, like you see on TV. You know, stainless steel, a wall with lots of small doors. They opened one and out rolled Hasan. He'd been messed up, but it was him.