Chapters (45)
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- About the Author
- Also by Faye Kellerman
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
“Sure.” She stood up and smiled at McAdams. “Where’d you go to college?”
“Harvard.”
“Thought so. You seem Crimson.” She was still smiling as she slipped on her coat. “Why are you working as a cop? Gonna write the ultimate screenplay or something?”
“Yeah.” McAdams held the door open for her. “Something.”
Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
LANCE HAD FALLEN asleep in the interview room. In the big city, dozing was usually a sign of psychopathology. But in this case, it was three in the morning, Lance had been partying, and he was overwhelmed with exhaustion. Decker still had a good six working hours left in him, but McAdams was drooping. Maybe a little strategy planning would wake him up. They were looking at Terry through a one-way mirror.
“Did Lucy say anything on the way back to her dorm?” Decker asked.
“About Terry? No.”
“Is she flirtatious?”
“Yep.”
“She’s cute.”
“Not my type.”
Decker shrugged. “Do you think she’s Terry’s type?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is she a rebound relationship from Angeline or do you think he really likes her?”
“He likes her enough to fuck her. College guys aren’t noted for discrimination.”
“Speaking of which, do you think Terry was still doing her?”
“Angeline?” Tyler nodded. “If she’d let him, sure.”
“Think that’s why he was in Boston? Meeting up with her for a tryst?”
“Makes more sense for him to just go to her apartment.”
“What if Angeline was living with a guy?”
“The freak? If he exists, he probably wasn’t there all the time. They could easily squeeze in a quickie.” McAdams shrugged. “Besides, Boston seems like a long way to go for a nostalgic fuck with the ex.”
“What do you think about Lucy’s stalking theory?”
“I think stalking makes more sense than traveling three hours for a booty call.”
“Why?”
“Because if all he wanted was sex, I’m sure he could have figured out how to do it closer to home.” He faced Decker. “If Angeline dumped him, he’d think about her for a while. Who did she throw me over for? Who’s the other dick? But eventually, he’d just let it go. That’s how college guys are.”
Decker said, “So let’s see if we can rule him out as a suspect. Angeline was murdered recently, so we need him to retrace his steps over the weekend. If we can rule him out, then we can concentrate on the other guy a.k.a. the freak.”
“Whatever you think, boss.” When Decker was silent, McAdams took out his iPad and said, “That came out as sarcastic. I didn’t mean it like that. I know this is serious stuff. And I know I haven’t a clue. I cede to your superior knowledge.”
“More like my experience. It’s nothing you can’t learn, Tyler. But you’ve got to want to learn it.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”