“Well …?” Whitlock asked. “Let’s have it then.”
“The first thing I noticed when I walked into Logan’s room was a half-sketched drawing of Audrey on an easel by his window. I didn’t think much about it, although I have been wondering whether he’d started the sketch before or after she died.”
“Does it matter?”
“Maybe not, but sometimes the simplest clues lead to the biggest discoveries. After I saw the sketch, I turned my attention to Logan’s desk. Cans of colored pencils sat beside several notebooks filled with drawings. I flipped through them, but nothing struck me as unusual.”
“What did you find that was worth the risk?” Giovanni asked.
“I’ll tell you, but can we finish dinner first?”
“Sure.”
I took my time eating, savoring my steak, and soon realized both men had wolfed theirs down, as if trying to rush so we could get to my discovery.
“All right, all right,” I said. “I see what’s going on here, you two.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Whitlock said with a wink.
“Yes, you do. You’re both dying to know what I found.”
I pushed my chair back and stood.
“Finish your dinner, cara mia,” Giovanni said. “We can wait.”
They could, but I got the feeling it would be a huge test of patience to make them wait while I finished my dinner.
I stood and walked to the den, reaching for my vintage Chanel bag. I grabbed the notebook out of it and returned to the table, slapping it down in front of them.
“You took this from Logan’s room?” Whitlock asked.
“Sure did. And guess where I found it? Taped beneath his desk. He was hiding it. The question is—why?”
“Do you have any answers?”
“I might.”
I opened the notebook and pointed. “This first drawing is interesting, but as to whether the place is real or imaginary, I don’t recognize it. Do either of you?”
Both men shook their heads.
“Look at this,” I said, flipping a few pages. “Logan started drawing a locket, and he even added a name, Anne.”
“Interesting,” Whitlock said.
“Why would he inscribe the locket with the name Anne if he was in a relationship with Audrey?” I asked. “And if the name is of no significance, why include it?”
“Good questions.”
Giovanni leaned in, taking a closer look. “Is this the only rendering of the locket?”
“There’s one more.” I flipped to the next page. “On this second one, he’s added a lot more detail.”
“I see.”
“I wish I could say there’s more, but this is the last entry in the notebook.” I paused, then added, “The other notebook on Logan’s desk is filled with drawings from the first page to the last. Since this one wasn’t finished, I figured it was the most recent one he’d been using.”
Whitlock set his plate to the side, crossing his arms in front of him. “You think this Anne person exists?”
