“Yeah . . . like he can’t quite decide. And he’s old . . . old for her, I mean. Maybe thirty-two or thirty-three. He’s just got the type of face that you want to put a fist through. Smug little bastard. I just don’t understand what she sees . . . saw in him. I asked her about it . . . when she called me up. What the fuck do you see in him?”

“What’d she say?” Decker asked.

“She’d just laugh . . . like I couldn’t understand. Bitch!”

“You sound angry.”

“I’m angry at her for being conned.”

“Maybe he was a secret prince?”

“Right . . . living in a one-bedroom shit house in Summer Village outside of Boston. The locals call it Slummer Village.”

“So you know where he lives,” Decker said.

Terry turned a deep red. “Uh . . . she told me. Angeline did. I said he looked old for a college student and she told me he wasn’t a student. That he was some kind of lecturer or postdoc or something.”

“Tufts University is in Medford, which is next to Summer Village,” McAdams said.

“Yeah, I know,” Terry said. “Angeline told me he was at Tufts.”

“What was his field?”

“I didn’t ask and she didn’t tell me. We didn’t speak that often after the breakup.” Terry exhaled. “This isn’t politically correct to say out loud but he looked gay. For the life of me, I can’t understand what she saw in him.”

“Could they have had something else going on?”

Terry was confused. “What do you mean?”

“Julia Kramer told me that about the same time Angeline broke up with you, she began toting around expensive handbags. Could they have been doing something illegal together?”

Lance was stoic, then stunned. “You don’t think they were sleeping together?”

“I don’t know. And it’s possible that they were sleeping together and still doing something illegal. We’re exploring everything. And if you say that he was a postdoc student, it appears she wasn’t getting her money from him.”

“I don’t know where she got her money,” Terry said. “I . . . was out of her life.” He turned to McAdams. “Are you from Massachusetts?”

“I went to school there.”

“Tufts?”

“Yeah,” McAdams lied.

“Did you know him?”

McAdams said, “Lots of Johns in the school, Lance. It would help if I had a last name.”

Terry went quiet. So did McAdams. Decker said, “Did you ever pay the mysterious John a visit, Lance?”

“No . . . why would I?”

“You knew he lived in Summer Village. And I know you were in the area when you went on your audition at the Boston Repertory Company,” Decker said. “Maybe you took a little side visit.”

Terry turned red again . . . this time out of anger. “Lucy told you about the audition?”

“She did. Now I’m not saying you were stalking Angeline—”