Chapter Nine
As Logan and I spouted questions, she held up both hands and gave a sharp whistle before growling out, “First off, I said it was in the P.O. box. Second, I do happen to have first-hand knowledge that it directly ties the murder scene. Third, yes, I realize that it is currently missing.”
“How can you be sure of any of this?” Logan snapped.
“Like I said…I put it there.” She shrugged nonchalantly, though she avoided eye contact with either of us.
If anything, twisting the ends of her hair seemed high on Danielle’s current list of priorities.
“Yeah, you’ve already said that, yet you’ve been light on the details. While you’ve got our attention, and what remains of our patience, I recommend you get a move on with it,” Logan demanded.
When he caught my single head shake, he rel
