Felecia lifted her gaze and looked at him.
He still believed he was in control.
A chill swept her.
Why was he so calm? What did he know they didn't? And why was she lumping herself with the people on the other side of that window?
Important questions first.
Despite agreeing to talk to her, she knew he wasn't going to cooperate fully.
What would he do?
She mulled that over for a moment.
He'd answer an odd number. Three or five, enough to give them something to chew on, but not everything they wanted. It was a power struggle now. He might be a prisoner, but he still had what the people on the other side of that window anted.
Logan had been intent on the Horsemen before. That was their real goal. The rest of this was something else. Besides, it was the Horsemen she feared.
Felecia laid the paper face down then folded her hands across her stomach.