“You can’t do that.”
“Look at this picture—right here. And there.” He touched the paper in several places. “This is no random drawing. This is Granite Falls, up in the mountains. The one this town was named for. The kid got the details exactly right—including the exact positioning of Sheryl Colwell’s body.”
Carrie drew in a sharp breath. “You mean...”
“I was the one who found her body, and I was the one who retrieved it—alone. If this kid saw her body, maybe he also saw her die.”
Carrie paled. “Howhorrible.”
“And the last thing a killer wants is a witness,” Logan added grimly. “If he ever finds out about these drawings, this kid could be next.”
“I...I...”
“If I were you, I’d be mighty careful about keeping this drawing locked away, and I wouldn’t mention it to anyone else.”
“I won’t.”
“And I’d also contact the sheriff and the boy’s mother, because if you don’t do something, and word gets out to the wrong person, the child’s blood could be on your hands.”
She shuddered.
“So,” he said on a long sigh. “Are you going to let me know who he is, or not?”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Carrie swallowed hard. “I can’t tell you the name of this boy. Both the principal and his...his family were adamant about that.”
“Even if it means the kid’slife?”
Her last visit to Noah’s cabin rushed back into her thoughts.
His father had practically slammed the door in Carrie’s face. Linda had clearly wanted Carrie to leave and never come back. But had Carrie misunderstood? Did they know what Noah had seen and fear for his safety? Had they beenthreatened?
The first day of summer school the kids had all filled out their contact information on index cards, so Carrie could call their parents about any last-minute changes of planned outings. She glanced inside the wooden recipe box she’d brought home from school and sifted through the contents.Bingo.
“I’ll call his house tonight, so I can see his—” She hesitated, stumbling over the fact that Noahdidn’thave a mother any longer, and revealing that fact would give away exactly who he was. “His family.”