The Other Tiny Hawkeye

Chapter 6: Bad Move, Bro

Logan took his time getting to the Bishop home — and he was careful to park several blocks away from the house before he walked down to it, keeping out of sight and in the margins so he could watch the place before he made a move to break in.

It really didn't look like there was any reason to be concerned. The traffic in the area was understandably light, and no one seemed to give the Bishop house more than a passing glance, if that. So, based on some light surveillance, Logan started forward and snaked around the property to break in through the back. The security system was fairly impressive for what Logan was expecting, but none of it was beyond what he could get past, so he was quick to get in all the same. And from there, it was just a matter of cautiously going from room to room.

The girls' bedrooms were next to each other, obviously decorated to their styles. Susan's room had plenty of pink, frilly things, lots of princess-y decorations. The prize possession, though, had to be her well-used set of books, all of which were cute little stories about girls with horses. Those were on the table next to her bed, the pages all bent up from how many times she'd read the short little stories.

Katie's room was a little harder to place as to what was important, since the kid seemed to be a tornado of activity. Toys were everywhere, and so were her drawings, carefully-done squiggles of crayon and fingerpaint. And considering most of that fingerpaint had made its way to a couple stuffed animals — a purple bear and a blue monkey — those had to be her favorites.

He made sure to grab those as well as a few pictures — family photos of all four of the Bishops in particular, though he only found three of those, and all three were in the girls' rooms, not on display in the main areas. The rest were individual pictures of the girls or Derek.

Which was all well and good until Logan heard someone trying (and failing) to be quiet as they snuck into one of the girls' rooms — Susan's, at the end of the hall.

Logan tipped his head at that and found a little hollow to tuck himself into for a moment to listen, though when the bumbling idiots only got louder, he set the bag down and stepped closer to see what, exactly, was going on.

The men in Susan's room were wearing the same tracksuits as several of the men that had been there at Fisk and Bishop's meeting before, and they were obviously looking for something, peeking in the closet and under the bed.

It didn't make a bit of sense to Logan, so he did the one thing that seemed to be the least dramatic move he could come up with — and simply crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway, waiting for them to realize he was there.

There were so intent on what they were doing that it took a minute, but finally, one of them looked up to talk to the others. "She not here, bro," he said in a heavily accented voice. "Maybe we—" He froze when he saw Logan.

"Who's not here?" Logan asked, tipping his chin up.

The others were starting to take notice that there was a problem as well, and several of them were already reaching for their guns. "What are you? Butler?" one of them asked.

"Not fancy enough, bro," another one put in. "Janitor, maybe."

"Unless you're lookin' for toy horses, you're in the wrong damn place," Logan said.

"Hey, bro, we cut you in," one of them said. "Bishop got killed anyway. Better gig with us, yeah?"

"I don't think so," Logan said, shaking his head. "Who the hell are you anyway?"

"We work for business partner of Bishop, yeah?" one of the tracksuits said. "Much better than books. We do rent. Houses. Apartments. Is good business, yeah?"