Chapter Ten
I wasn’t about to allow the little twit to have the last word and guessing by Logan’s colorful commentary; he wasn’t either.
“You’re honestly suggesting that Decker actually bought this little fantasy?” Logan shouted through the door. “Get real, Danielle. It’s one thing to concoct this farce to drum up attention or scam something off someone, but to use the violent murder of your best friend’s mother to do it? That takes one twisted mind.”
“Bought it?” She hollered back, surprising us both. “Decker’s the one who figured it out.”
“You’re saying she came up with the story and suddenly after all these years, not remembering squat, convinced you—out of the blue, for whatever reason—that it was true?” You could have cut Logan’s sarcasm with a plastic picnic knife.
Finally, Dani
