He Kills Me, He Kills Me Not

dates and times of the other murders outside of Shadow Falls.
    She tapped her fingers on the desk and glanced at Logan’s laptop. Without knowing his ID and password, there was no way she could get into the HR files. Maybe she’d ask him later about it, see if he’d already thought of that angle. She added a note about reviewing the HR files to her list and pulled the laptop in front of her. She might not be able to look up their vacation schedules, but she could go to the SFPD website and at least see if any of the officers had the same physical characteristics as the man who’d attacked her.
    The light began to fade in the window. The sun was going down. If Amanda was going to keep at it, she’d have to get up and flip on a light switch. She was just getting out of her chair when the doorbell rang.
    A flash of unease went through her. In all the time she’d been here, no one had ever stopped by. This house was on several acres of land, surrounded by trees. It wasn’t exactly on a traveling salesman’s route.
    Karen stepped to the archway that separated the study from the foyer, and gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I already know who it is. I think you’ll be pleased.”
    Pleased? Amanda closed the laptop and listened intently as Karen opened the front door. The sound of feminine laughter floated through the house. A minute later, Karen led a petite brunette into the study.
    Logan’s sister. Madison. There could be no mistake. Even if Amanda hadn’t seen her picture plastered all over Logan’s family albums that she’d looked through earlier this week, she would have known this woman was related to him. She had the same blue-black hair and piercing green eyes. And when she grinned, it was the same lopsided expression Amanda had seen on Logan’s face on those rare occasions when he actually let himself relax. She was the spitting image of him, except that she was a foot shorter and a few years younger.
    “You must be Amanda. Oh, my God. I love your hair. I could never grow mine that long. Goodness, it must reach all the way to your hips.” The young woman practically bounced across the hardwood floor to the desk. Amanda couldn’t help but smile at her energy.
    “And you’re either the Energizer bunny or Logan’s sister, Madison,” she teased as she stood to shake hands.
    Madison stopped in front of her and instead of shaking her hand she wrapped her in a surprisingly strong hug for such a tiny woman. “I’m so happy to meet you.”
    Karen laughed from the doorway. “I guess I don’t need to make introductions. I’ll be in the front room, if anyone needs me.”
    Madison released Amanda and stepped back. “Thanks, Karen. We’ll chat later about that hunky husband of yours.”
    The policewoman’s laughter floated back to them and Madison gave Amanda a quirky grin. “Sorry. I know I can come on a little strong.”
    “Just a tad.”
    “Maybe we should start over. Hi. I’m Madison Richards-McKinley.” She held out her hand.
    “And I’m Amanda Jones, I mean, Stockton.” Amanda shook her hand.
    “So which is it? Jones or Stockton?”
    “I guess it’s Stockton. I changed my last name to Jones a few years ago, but it hasn’t really stuck. Everyone around here always uses Stockton.”
    “I like Stockton better. It’s more sophisticated.”
    Madison grabbed Amanda’s hand—just like Logan was wont to do—and tugged her across the room. “Let’s go in the living room and chat. I like that room much better than this stuffy old study of his.”
    Amanda didn’t bother to disagree or argue. Madison was like a drill sergeant, marching them both across the hall to the other room. Madison plopped into a recliner so Amanda sat on the couch.
    “I guess you’re wondering why I’m here,” Madison said.
    “You’re probably wondering the same thing about me.”
    They both smiled. Madison curled her legs up in the chair beneath her. “Actually, I spoke to Logan on the phone the other day and he told me he had you in protective custody. I went to his apartment first, but no one answered the door. He wasn’t at the station, either, so I took a chance he might be out here.”
    “Do you want a soda or something?”
    “Oh no, I’m fine. Grabbed some takeout on the way through town and scarfed it down in the car.”
    “You drove all the way from New York?”
    Something dark passed behind Madison’s eyes but was quickly gone. “I don’t go to New York much anymore. I’ve