I don’t know what Logan has up his sleeve, but I trust him. I head toward the door after I give Fisher a dirty look. Engine boy. I’d engine boy him.
I can barely enjoy my coffee, much less read the paper, wondering what Logan and Fisher are talking about. I start to worry. What if Logan confronts him and Fisher kills him? I push back my chair to leave as Logan plants himself in the seat next to me.
“Hello,” he says.
“So, how did it go?”
“He didn’t say anything. He’s smart and he knows his rights. He did say we don’t have any proof of anything, especially nothing that would tie him to your dad’s murder. He didn’t say he didn’t do it—just that we couldn’t prove anything. So, I guess that means we are back at square one.”
I sigh and check my watch. “Well, it’s a quarter ‘til five. I can
