'Our Beloved Peggy'
'Do you think any of the girl's family might be involved in this?' Byrne asked.
Logan shrugged. 'I suppose anything's possible. But as I understand it her family were travelers. I think they moved on a long time ago.' Logan sat on the edge of the table. 'A few years later the FBI came around again, questioned George in another case, up round your way. It was a cold case.'
'The case was out of Philadelphia?' Byrne asked.
Logan nodded. 'I believe it was.'
'Do you remember any details about the case?'
'No. It wasn't ours. But I do remember that they also talked to Tommy, who swore that George was with him all during the weekend in question, right up at the house on the farm. I'm not sure that George was there, but that was Tommy's story and he stuck to it.'
'I'd like to take a look at the report on that original homicide,' Byrne said. 'The van Tassel girl. Can you reach out to the state police and have them fax that to us?'
'Consider it done.' Logan glanced at his watch. 'I've got a few things on today. If there's anything else we can do for you, let Helen know and we'll take care of it.'
'We'd like to speak to George Archer,' Byrne said.
'I'll give you directions.' Logan scribbled a few things on a legal pad, tore off the sheet, handed it to Jessica.
'You can't miss the sign,' he added. 'Archer Farms.'
Jessica and Byrne thanked Logan for his time and consideration. On the way to the parking lot Jessica turned, asked the chief one last question.
'What do they grow up there at Archer Farms?'
'Apples, mostly,' Logan said. 'They have about fifty acres of orchards.'