"Work." Franck knuckled an eye, touched a chin dotted with sparse blond stubble. He had on a baggy blue Yale T-shirt, gray sweatpants, rubber thongs. His hair was longer than his DMV shot, a good two inches below his shoulders and tinted coppery brown with white-blond tips. Smooth, hairless arms hung like vines from narrow sloping shoulders. Nails bitten to the quick. A bright green beanbag chair and a splintering dresser comprised the decor. Atop the dresser, a hot plate shared space with food spatter, used and unused cans of Pepsi, a bag of cheese curls, books, spiral notepads. One corner was filled with a jumble of dirty clothing. A laptop and a printer sat on the floor.

Milo had considered the beanbag, eyed an ambiguous stain, and opted to remain on his feet. "What kind of work did you do for Elise?"

"I took tutoring jobs when she was full up."

"Did she pay you or just recommend your services?"

"Elise handled the business aspect. For every hour I worked, I earned half."

"So she had plenty of business, gave you the overflow."

"Her business is seasonal," said Franck. "But, yes."

"Did Elise ever tutor you? Back in your high school days?"

Franck blinked. "No." Reproachfully, as if the question was absurd.

"Perfect SATs all on your own?"

Shrug. "It's just a test."

"What subjects do you specialize in, Trey?"

"Anything that's required."

"Math-science as well as English?"

"Yes."

"Elise only tutored English and history."

"She could do basic math but she preferred not to go beyond that."

"So for algebra, calculus, APs, and such, you're the man."

"Was," said Franck. "I don't do it anymore."

"Too busy?"

"I've got a research assistantship that pays for room, board, and tuition." Taking in the room. "It's not luxe but I'm fine."

"This building a dorm?"

"Not officially," said Franck. "It's owned by an alumnus and he gives a substantial break on the rent. What exactly happened to Elise?"

"All we can say at this point is that she's deceased, Trey. Tell us how you met her."

"That's relevant because..."

"It's relevant because I asked."

Franck stared up at him. "Sorry, I'm still trying to integrate."

"You were close to Elise."

"She helped me by sharing her business--"

"When did that start?"

"I was a senior at Prep, she knew I needed the money."

"And you were smart."

Shrug. "She thought so."

"No problems tutoring your peers?"

"I had something they needed. For the most part, they were smart kids."

"Why would smart kids need tutoring?"

Franck's smile said we couldn't hope to understand.

Milo said, "Smart but not super-smart?"

"At a place like Prep, boosting a 740 SAT to 780 is profound."

"How much do smart kids pay for something like that, Trey?"

"Their parents pay a hundred an hour with a one-thousand-dollar retainer up front. My cut was fifty percent."

"How many clients a week did Elise send you?"