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took a seat opposite the officers. “We’d like to speak with you about Sarah. Get an idea of how she seemed lately, if you noticed any changes in her behaviour. If you could think of anyone who might have intended her harm.”
    “Sarah was a nice girl. Nothing out of the ordinary. I can’t imagine anyone who would hold anything against her.” Mrs. Logan stretched her bare legs in front of her, examining them as if searching for a run in pantyhose.
    Both officers waited expectantly.
    Mrs. Logan held her shoulders up in a shrug, shaking her highlighted hair with finality. “I don’t know what else to tell you. As I said, she was a nice girl. Tommy was quite taken with her.”
    Emily cleared her throat. “Yes, I understand the wedding was to take place a few months from now.”
    “That’s right.” Mrs. Logan replied. “I guess it wasn’t to be.”
    The thump of a door shutting sounded in a distant reach of the house, and the Constable looked up questioningly while Mrs. Logan more closely examined her calves. A moment of silence was followed by the slow descent of a long limbed man, dressed in worn corduroys and a button down plaid shirt. The bones of his face were strong and his grey hair curled in a soft mass a teenager would be proud of, but the skin on his face was the colour of ashes, hanging from the bones as though he’d recently survived a famine.
    “Darling,” said Mrs. Logan “The police are here to ask some questions about Sarah. I didn’t realize you were in.”
    Mr. Logan halted mid step, holding onto the banister as if he might collapse without its support.
    “Come here, sit down with us, dear,” Mrs. Logan patted the seat beside her.
    Mr. Logan descended the remaining stairs wordlessly, gaze directed towards the hardwood floor.
    “How long have you known Sarah?” Driscoll asked the couple when they were both seated.
    “Five or six years,” Mrs. Logan replied. “Since her family moved here from Toronto. After some scandal in the city, if you’re to believe the gossip.”
    “Do you have any idea what the scandal involved?” Emily leaned forward, pencil and notepad poised.
    “Oh you’ll have to look elsewhere for an answer to that. Something financial I believe, rumour has it her father left Toronto with his tail between his legs to hole up here.”
    There was a moment of silence barring the scratch of Emily’s pencil.
    “How long had Sarah and Tommy been dating?” Driscoll asked, attempting to catch Mr. Logan’s eyes in a failed bid to draw him into the conversation. Mrs. Logan supplied the response while her husband changed his focus to the view through the windows behind Driscoll and Emily’s heads. “Since shortly after the Harmon’s moved here. A high school romance, I guess you could call it.”
    A silence fell in which the ticking of an unseen clock became apparent, and Mrs. Logan looked at her watch as if reminded of the pressing passage of time.
    “Thank you for your input,” the officers stood up, and Gary leaned forward to place his card on the glass coffee table. “Please give us a call if anything comes to mind.” About to follow his partner back to the front foyer, he noticed a family portrait propped in the middle of the table; the lone personal touch amid stark modern furnishings.
    Mr. and Mrs. Logan had been photographed against the backdrop of the steep cliffs their house overlooked, aquamarine sky and water around them. Their son Tommy stood beside his mother, with Sarah on his other side, posed between her future husband and father-in-law to be. Driscoll leaned closer to examine Sarah’s face; she was laughing, looking up at Mr. Logan as if in response to a joke he’d told. Tommy was facing the camera straight on, his arm around his fiancé, grin confident of a bright future to come. Mr. Logan’s likeness held Driscoll’s attention a moment longer: the angular jaw and check bones were fleshed out, his colouring held the healthy ruddiness of an outdoor