Logan dropped his book. He cleared his throat and stared straight ahead. "Abigail Williams, you are heading into very dangerous waters. Where did you hear that name?"
"From Gairloch, when you were hiding in the closet, and I went to find the keys to the car."
"You forget you heard it, you got me? Would you do that for me?" Logan's mouth was set in a tight line. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Sure, Logan," I said, patting his hand. "Consider it forgotten."
"I ordered for you."
I sat down on the vinyl-covered chair next to Detective Harriman. "The foot-long special or the chili cheeseburger?" I asked.
"Neither. The kraut burger with extra pickles."
"The number three?" With all the events in my life, I had forgotten about the number three.
"With extra pickles," he repeated.
"What ab
