As Callie stared at him, she tried her best to take in the scene before her.

Logan was covered in blood.

Someone was dead.

Some third person killed 'her'.

And he came to her???

It made almost no sense, and for a moment, she just blinked, trying to figure out what to do. Whatever he had done, or not done, she was suddenly dragged into it with no information. He, practically a stranger, had now involved her in some murder that wasn't even on the news yet.

" . . . Okay, first, you need to get in this van. Second, I'm gonna need more information."

Stepping back, she sat in the beanbag chair in the corner, leaving room for him to sit in her office chair. There wasn't room for much else, but as she turned on the string lights in the back, she didn't care.

Truthfully, the motel room would have more space, but she wanted them out of view of everyone. There was a curtain drawn to block the front windshield, and the back windows had already been covered before he arrived. The only light had been from her computers, considering that was what she preferred when working, meaning they were less likely to see the man that was covered in blood.

God, she was gonna need a drink after this.