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feel of her, the need to be comforted that she had shown him. 'I'm sorry that this,' he scooped up the package from the floor, 'upset you so much. If I'd known, I would have got my gun and run the delivery boy off my porch and told him never to come back.'
    She smiled but she didn't take the package from him. 'Would you like a drink, Logan? I have iced tea or soda or something stronger.' 
    'Iced tea would be fine.'
    She turned and walked down the hallway to the kitchen at the back of the house and Logan followed. Her house was laid out exactly the same as his but the decor was entirely different. Where he had bare walls she had framed photographs of people he assumed were her family. There were photos of Sarah and a younger girl hr presumed to be her sister and their parents at a lake, at the Grand Canyon, in a house that wasn't this one and was probably the place she grew up.
    The kitchen was much the same as his except that Sarah had painted her walls light green and hung cute rustic pictures of pigs and chickens. On the window sill sat a row of potted cacti. She also had a large wooden table to eat at where Logan ate all his food in front of the TV. Even though he sometimes liked to cook to while away the hours, his kitchen was bare except for a simple clock hanging on one wall.
    A chopping board sat on the counter by the sink and arranged around it sat peppers, mushrooms and onions. The smells made Logan's mouth water. He hadn't eaten all day.
    'I was just prepping an omelette for later,' Sarah said. She fished in the refrigerator and came out with iced tea, pouring a glass for herself and Logan.
    'Shall I just leave this on here?' he asked, setting the parcel on the kitchen table.
    She looked at it and took a deep breath as if psyching herself up for something. 'Would you do me a really big favor?'
    'Sure, what is it?'
    'Would you open that for me?'
    He shrugged. 'Okay.' He picked up the package again. 'It's from a J Frazier at Lakeside Road...'
    'I know who it's from.' She stood against the counter, both hands gripping the edge tightly as if bracing herself for something.
    Logan tore at the brown paper wrapping and let the ripped paper fall to the table. Inside was a black box. 'You want me to open this?'
    She nodded slowly, her beautiful blue eyes wide.
    Logan lifted the top half of the box away and frowned. Inside was a locket exactly the same as the one dangling from Sarah's neck. A silver filigree heart on a long silver chain. He lifted it to show her but as soon as she saw it she let out a heartfelt sob and leaned against the counter as if she were going to collapse.
    Logan threw the locket onto the table and went to Sarah, holding her again.
    And this time as she pressed her face against his chest and fisted handfuls of his t-shirt desperately, she sobbed, 'My sister. They have my sister.'
          
     
      
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
    Help
     
    'Oh God, I'm so sorry, Logan,' she said when the tears had subsided, 'you don't need to be involved in this.' She had been crying for thirty minutes and after saying, 'They have my sister,' she had simply sobbed against Logan's chest saying nothing more. He had let her cry and had simply held her, unquestioning and supportive while she let out her grief. He had no idea what was going on except that she was hurting and he was here to hold her. He wasn't going to push her to tell him what she meant about her sister or why the locket had upset her so much and he knew that she would tell him in her own time.
    'Do you want to talk about it?' he offered.
    She wiped the tears from her face and nodded. 'Sure but I could use a stiffer drink than iced tea if I'm going to talk about this. How about you?'
    He nodded. 'I'll take a Jack on the rocks if you have it.' 
    'Let's go sit in the living room.' She led him into her living room which had much more plush furnishings than his own. Two sofas and a