Logan knew better than to check his collar, or to show any reaction at all. People like Cameron were sharks in the water, circling for any sign of weakness.
He might have Hazel’s lipstick on his collar. His clothes were suspiciously rumpled, he knew that.
Cameron might know the truth. Dawn could have shared her evidence before she disappeared, or they could have talked about it.
More than likely Cameron was just guessing, though, and any outward reaction from Logan would only confirm her suspicions.
The only option open to him was to deny, deny, deny.
“Cameron, I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Cameron narrowed her eyes. “It’s right there,” she said, pointing.
“Have a good morning, Cameron.” Logan turned, ready to head to the stair.
“Maybe we should have a meeting late
