Park Ave, Detroit...5 days earlier.

Exactly 5 days ago, I met Ms. Logan for the first time. She was standing in Dino's Bakery, awaiting her order. I had just arrived to Detroit a few days prior, I was settling in and did not know anyone. While waiting to order, I hear one of the workers say "KateLogan!, your order is ready."

The name immediately caught my attention as I had been reading the Logan review since my arrival from Vegas. Without realizing I began to stare at her. It was not intentional but before I could look away she caught me, I had no idea how she would react, I stood there frozen, awaiting a response. And I knew she was going to say something because she was walking towards me.

Kate raised an eyebrow as she approached.

"Keep staring and I'm going to have to charge you, pal."

"My apologies Ms. Logan, I have read all of the Logan Reviews, I'm a big fan of your work. If you don't mind I would like to sit down and discuss something with you. And again sorry for staring, I am new to Detroit...I came here from Vegas. But please let me buy you your pastry, Least I could do."

I stood there hoping Ms. Logan would forgive me.

"I appreciate the kind words. And I have a policy of never turning down free stuff."

Kate slid into a booth near the window and waited for Noto to appear with a couple pastries.

"So... what did you want to discuss?"

I slide into the booth and place Ms. Logan's pastry in front of her.

"Well Ms. Logan in addition to reading your articles, I have also read articles about you in the paper. So I know who you are and what you mean to Detroit. That being said I know you don't like to waste time so I will cut to the chase, I would like an opportunity to work for you."

I lean in a little closer to Ms. Logan so I can speak a little softer, and no one would hear me.

"I can handle myself, both with a weapon and without!. I would tell you my whole background but I don't think you want to sit here for an hour listening to that. I would rather prove myself to you."

I lean back in the booth and take a bite of my muffin as I wait for an answer.

Kate leaned back, listening to the young man speak.

"Okay. I can respect a no nonsense pitch. I'll tell you what... I'm here in the neighborhood because somebody owes me money."

She pointed out the window with her pastry at the apartment building across the street.

"His name's Henry White. He's a gambler. Pretty good with a knife, from what I've heard. He owes me twenty grand and he's got a pile of money collected over there now because he's planning on skipping town. If you can go get my money, I'll let you keep a cut- and I'll let you into my organization."

Taking on last bite, I place my hands on the table.

"You said he's good with a knife huh?, well fortunately I am too!... do you know which apartment he lives in?, and does he live alone?."

Kate polished off her pastry and rested her hands in her lap after wiping her mouth with a napkin. She breathed in deeply, enjoying the smell of coffee in the air.

"My sources tell me he's on the third floor- there are five in the building. Room 39. There might be one other guy there to help transport him out of the city, but as of now I think it's just him."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Good luck..." 

"I'll be back shortly!" I say with confidence as I rise to my feet, wasting little time I walk across the street and let myself in the back entrance. I walk up a few flights of stairs until I reach the 3rd floor. As I round the corner I spot a guy at the door, he's in the doorway saying to his friend "C'mon, lets go!... you know that broad is coming for you!".

Before his friend can answer I walk up behind the guy at the door and point my colt 1911 at the back of his head, I say in a sarcastic tone "The broad already sent someone!".

I walk the guy into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind me. "Ok we all know why I'm here!... the money, where is it?."

They both stay silent, and try and play stupid. I grab a pillow off the couch as I position my pistol behind it, I fire a shot as blood and feathers fly everywhere. I then point my gun at the main target as he was the last one standing. "Ok Mr. White, lets go!...20k plus I want some interest!... you got less then a minute before ending up like your friend here."

The man tosses a small bag in my direction, placing his hands up, he begs for his life. "Relax Mr. White, I'm not here to kill you, just here for the money. Word of advice... don't ever show your face in Detroit again!. And ugh, keep this incident here, because if you say anything to anyone and it gets back to me, our next visit together won't be as pleasant."

I walk back to the Bakery with the bag, I sit back down in the booth sliding the bag to Ms. Logan.

"There's some extra there! I'm a man who believes in interest, especially when people hold out the way he did.

Leaning back in the booth I spot a feather on my suit in the shoulder area. I wipe it of and act natural.

Kate raises an eyebrow as she discreetly checks the bag.

"Well that was fast. What's your name, kid?"

Reaching out and shaking hands with Ms. Logan I reply "names John Noto, pleasure to meet you Ms. Logan. I must warn you that things got a little messy in there, Mr. White is ok...I didn't get to see his knife skills" I grin slowly while making that statement. "However his friend in there didn't do well!."

 "Regrettable, but understandable. Why do you come with me, John? I think we have some business to discuss."

Rising and slinging her bag over her shoulder, she makes her way into the streets with Noto following her.