CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
At the Logans’ house, Stella opened the front door and then hurried through the house until she reached the garage’s side door. She felt breathless with expectancy that the clue she was seeking might be hidden here. She was determined to find something that pointed to OC’s identity.
Stepping inside, she saw the garage was a quiet, tidy space. Uncluttered. The only items in it were a gold Lexus, a few steel storage chests, and a gleaming mountain bike which Stella guessed belonged to Craig and which hadn’t been used much.
Stella opened the car door and the light shone onto the leather-scented space.
She drew in her breath. Craig was right. The car was not as neat as the garage, and Amanda had clearly been careless about leaving her possessions inside. There was a li
