Chapter Twelve
Logan opened his mouth, but I never got a chance to hear his thoughts as my phone’s ringtone filled the room. I tilted the screen so that he could see the caller’s name and he gave a single head nod before moving toward the window and glancing down into the city, now buzzing with activity.
“Larissa. Thanks for calling me back.”
The timbre of her voice was crispy. “Given the tone of your message and its brevity, I didn’t feel as though I had a choice.”
“Touché. I’ll get right to the point then,” I ground out, matching her in kind. “Did you warn Danielle that I’d be coming for the contents of the P.O. box?”
There was a moment of silence as I braced for an outburst and was surprised when none came. The snappishness was replaced with confusion. “I’m not sure…what you mean.”
