As if mirroring her, the look on the face of the tall kid beside her grew suddenly serious.

“Maybe we could talk alone for a moment?” Logan suggested.

“I don’t think so.”

“I’m only trying to find her.”

“Well, you’re not going to find her here,” the guy told Logan, drawing to his full height. “Now I think maybe you should just leave.”

It had been a few years, but Logan had taken down men a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, so the kid didn’t scare him.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked.

“You’re giving Angie the creeps, okay?”

Keeping his voice calm and disarming, Logan said, “Look, I’m a friend of Elyse’s grandfather. He asked me to—”

“I don’t care who you say you are,” the guy said.

He started to close the door, but Logan pushed it back open.

“Buddy, there’s no reason to be rude,” he told the kid.

Several people rushed over from inside, and soon there were two more girls and another guy standing behind Angie.

“What’s going on?” one of them asked.

The plaid shorts guy was staring at Logan. “You leave now, or I call the cops.”

The only explanation Logan could come up with for the guy’s reaction was that he was grandstanding for the girls. “I’m not trying to cause a problem, I just want to ask a few questions.”

 “All right, I’ve had enough.” The kid stepped out of the doorway and into Logan’s personal space. “Get the hell out of—”

Logan could see the fist coming from about two blocks away. As it sailed toward him, he easily guided it upward with his hand, then slipped under the kid’s arm, whacking his shoulder into the idiot’s chest.

The kid’s feet flew out from under him, and he landed, ass first, on the walkway. Shoving him all the way onto his back, Logan placed his leg across the boy’s clavicle, then stared down at him.

“If I lean forward just a little bit, that bone’s going to snap in two, and that’s going to screw you up for quite a while. Do you want that?”