Logan nodded at Reed. "Take whatever you think you can get away with. I ain't fuckin' around no more." He so wanted to catch a break in this investigation. Laura and Bryan had been gone eighteen days at last count. That was eighteen days too long, as far as Logan was concerned. The moment he opened the car door, his feral nose itched with a familiar scent. He raised his face and sniffed the air twice, then he turned to Reed with a somber face.
"Scratch that, Jensen. Load up fer bear and follow me. Your boy's somewhere close, and he stinks of fear. Watch yer back!" Logan said, and made a beeline for the source of the scent, leading Reed around the side towards the Emergency Room ambulance entrance.