Chapter Twenty-Six
“I need to call Larissa.” Logan nodded and gestured for me to proceed.
Once the niceties were out of the way, I got down to business. “I know this sounds like it’s coming out of left field, but how much did you know about Danielle’s father?”
“Honestly, our mother never told us anything about him,” she replied, “and the subject was off-limits, punishable by grounding for life.”
“Who else could have known?”
“No one that I know of. Mother was far too proud for that and besides, not long after, she had the stroke which affected her mentally—”
“Hold up—’not long after’ what?” I rasped out.
“After Ellen…died.”
“Wait—I thought the stroke happened decades after the murder?” Belatedly, I realized that Larissa wouldn’t relish reliving that night. Even though she’d been at
