Chapter Twenty-NineI took Zantry home and showed him the notes Logan gave me. Halfway through, he asked a few questions, logical ones I should have made if only I'd gone over the papers myself, and the lack of answers had my hackles rising.
I left him to pour through the remaining notes and called Logan.
“Roxanne,” he answered with a warm note.
“Hey. About Mwara,” I began, too impatient for idle chitchat.
“Yes?”
“Where did you get the photos from?”
There was a thick pause that made my anger flicker with suspicion.
“It was mailed to us.”
“When?”
“About three weeks ago.”
Before I told him Mwara had come to see me. He already knew. Ah, Roxy, you're such a fool.
“Did you know those photos came from the bakery security cameras, where I met Mwara?”
“Yes, we figured that once you show
