Logan dropped his book. He cleared his throat and stared straight ahead. "Abigail Williams, you are heading into very dangerous waters. Where did you hear that name?"

"From Gairloch, when you were hiding in the closet, and I went to find the keys to the car."

"You forget you heard it, you got me? Would you do that for me?" Logan's mouth was set in a tight line. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Sure, Logan," I said, patting his hand. "Consider it ...