Logan comes in and pulls a chair next to mine.
“What’cha readin’ there, boss?”
“Police report. Here, take a look.” I turn my laptop toward him.
“No matches in the data base for the evidence. That must be why I had to go in and give a DNA sample.”
“No way!” My mouth drops open.
“It’s all right. I told them I visited his office that day, but he was alive when I left.”
“Logan, seriously. They think—”
“It’s nothing. Forget about it. They asked for it while I was there talking to them. Seems the lock on Fisher’s door didn’t show any signs of forced entry, so whoever did it either had a key or knew Fisher well enough that he opened the door for his attacker. And they knew to disconnect the security cameras inside the law firm’s lobby, but…” Logan’s jaw drops and his brows raise.
“Oh no,”
