"Or," Logan counters, but Penelope interrupts before he can finish his thoughts.
"Officer Everett, we're scared. We're two women who can't stand up to anyone strong enough to kill Scott. You understand that, don't you?"
He rubs the back of his neck and looks toward the ceiling with a long, heavy sigh. "Look. I'm not trying to look down on your feelings, or make light of the situation. It's not that at all. It's just that I know who these deliveries are from."
I stare at Logan, my brow furrowing as suspicion coils in my gut. Before I can voice my thoughts, Penelope blurts out, "Are these from you?"
Logan groans, and my heart skips a beat. Penelope whirls toward me, her fist connecting with my shoulder in a playful punch. "I knew it! I knew the first delivery wasn't something scary!"
