Logan stared after the departing artist. He’d seen the young man before somewhere, but couldn’t figure out the particulars. Shaking the thought away, he turned around. Cyrus was probably looking for him.

Then, he stopped. “Keller?”

“The crime boss?” Keenan said, tilting his head to one side and staring at Logan. He shook his head. “What about him? You think he had something to do with what happened to Sarah?”

“No,” Logan said. “That young man… I think he works for Keller.”

Keenan’s brows furrowed. “We’ll keep an eye on him, then,” he said, his voice soft. “Who knows, but he might come in handy someday.”

“How would a thief ever be useful to the Agency?” Logan said, shaking his head.

Chuckling, Keenan shrugged. “Sometimes, Logan, it takes a fox to catch a fox.”