“You got it.” And with that Mitch found out exactly where to find Logan Vonda. Now the question was whether or not the guy would be willing and able to answer some of the questions that had been nagging at Mitch for so long. He wanted to look this petty thief in the eye and finally learn the truth, and if he was guilty, he was going to do something about it.

Naturally he didn’t breathe a word to Carolyn about having tracked down Vonda. The fact that he had a trip planned to Portland gave him the cover he needed. If he found out anything useful, he’d just say he happened to run into Vonda; if not, he’d never have to mention it to her.

He drove directly from the airport to the address where he expected to find Vonda. Now that he was just a few miles away, it dawned on Mitch that he didn’t actually know what he was going to say to the guy, or what he hoped to accomplish. It was also possible that Vonda would refuse to speak with him, and would tell him to get lost.

By the time he reached the second floor landing of the ratty walk-up Vonda lived in, he was starting to doubt the wisdom of his plan. Feeling his heart beat faster, it became very apparent to him that this whole thing could go terribly wrong. But he had come this far, and he couldn’t back out now.

Standing outside the door, he heard a man and a woman loudly hurling insults at each other inside the apartment. When he knocked on the door, everything suddenly went silent and someone turned off the television. Mitch presumed that when a guy like Vonda received an unexpected visitor, it usually wasn’t good news. In response to the silence, he knocked again, and then said, “I’m looking for Logan Vonda. Is he home?”

After a few seconds of silence, a female voice spoke from behind the door. “Who’s there?”

“Does Logan Vonda live here?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Listen, my name is Mitch Bianci, and I’m looking for Logan Vonda. Is he there? I was a friend of Danny Turner’s.”

He heard the two of them whisper conspiratorially, and then the door pulled back a few inches and two eyes peeked out at Mitch. “What do you want? I know who you are. I got nothin’ to say to you. Leave me alone.”

“Listen, Logan, I only want to talk with you to get a better idea what Danny did that night. I know you weren’t to blame. How about we go across the street for a cup of coffee?”

The door opened a little wider and Vonda stuck out his head. He was obviously frightened and obviously high. “I got nothin’ more to say. I said it all to the cops.”