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becoming Club President. These things would never happen, but that wouldn't stop Milo from trying, or at least poisoning the well for anyone else.
     
    "I hear you," Logan said. "But I got everything handle on this side of the wall."
     
    Jonah was silent a moment then said, "You got everything handled, huh? So who is your new boy toy?"
     
    Logan was shocked. "Jesus, man. You got wind of that already? Inside there? I just met him this morning, for pity sake."
     
    "Well, when it comes to the new hot shot of the Club, everything becomes of interest to everyone else." Jonah was renowned as a master spy when it came to gathering intelligence. Other Clubs, police, politicians, and especially fellow Club members. This was one of the many aspects Logan hoped Jonah would eventually teach him. Of course, being subject of such information gathering didn't make it easy to deal with.
     
    "He's cool," Logan said, and meant it.
     
    "Well, have you checked him out yet?"
     
    "Meaning?"
     
    "I'm not talking about how his undies smell, but his background, his history?"
     
    Logan frowned. "Nah, not yet. Like I said, I just met him this morning. I'm not a fool. Nothing about nothing will be discussed. Except maybe the smell of his undies."
     
    Jonah didn't bite at the joke. He was all business at the moment. "Yeah, well. Don't let yourself get caught up with someone without a serious background check. I got people on it now."
     
    Logan was surprised again. But he had to get use to who he was dealing with. And he couldn't ask who those people Jonah mentioned were, because Jonah would only share when he felt Logan was ready.
     
    And certainly that information wouldn't be discussed over an ass smelling burner from within a prison.
     
    Still, Logan was curious. "Anything I should know?" He was actually afraid to ask. Oliver seemed amazing, by all accounts. He didn't want any problems right now. He had his fair share at the moment.
     
    Jonah covered the phone for a second. Logan could hear him giving grief to someone nearby. Then he was back. "Stupid Hang Arounds. It's like working with five year olds sometimes." Jonah turned his attention back to the conversation. "Your new friend is a former boy toy to some hot head in the Hounds."
     
    The Silver Hounds. Logan took that in stride. Every stripper in existence crossed paths with a Biker, or some other member from a criminal element. He would have actually been surprised if he hadn't. As sweet as he was, Logan didn't think Oliver was into dating librarians.
     
    "Okay, that a problem?" Logan asked.
     
    "Not really. That's all I got at the moment. Might mean jack, but you should have a conversation with him anyways. Just so everything is on the level."
     
    Logan sensed there was more to what Jonah was saying. Paranoia was always high with the Macabre Jesters. It helped keep members from being thrown in prison for long stretches.
     
    "Yeah," Logan said. "Not a problem."
     
    "Good," Jonah said. "Now, about our little thing."
     
    "Gonna go check on that now. Make sure everything is cool."
     
    Jonah was quiet, and Logan thought they had lost connection, or Jonah quickly dump the phone. But after a few moments he started to talk.
     
    "Look, I got worries about M. He's trying too hard to get juice from within our little group and it ain't happening. So I'm concerned he'll try and get it another way."
     
    "What way?"
     
    "The wrong way," Jonah said. "Look, I gotta go. Just keep your eyes peeled."
     
    Logan tried to end it with a bit of humor, "Eyes peeled for what?"
     
    "A knife in the back," Jonah said, and suddenly hung up.
     
    Logan sat in silence, phone in hand, staring out into the starry night, pondering those words.
     
    After a few minutes he dismantled the burner phone. He started the car, and drove down the dark street. Every few blocks he tossed a part of the phone out; battery, casing, data card. Every criminal in existence knew this simple ritual could keep them out of