“It’s fine with me,” I said. “You’re welcome to use my living room.”

Kanesha frowned. Would this interfere with her plans for arresting the murderer? To me it looked like she was figuring something out, and after a moment the frown relaxed.

“I think that’s okay,” Kanesha said. “Who else do you need to speak to?”

Burton consulted his list. “Richard Tackett and William Clark. And a representative of the college, if possible.”

Beside me, Julia tensed. What was bothering her? I was surprised at hearing Willie’s name, and no doubt she was, too. But perhaps it was the mention of Godfrey’s half brother that concerned her. After all, she had dated Rick for a while before Godfrey and she had the fling that produced Justin. And she knew perfectly well, unlike me until recently, that the men were half brothers.

“I work for the college,” I said. “And I’m the archivist. Godfrey spoke with me earlier in the week about donating his papers to us. I saw the president leave a few minutes ago.”

“You should be sufficient as a representative for the moment,” Burton said. “Official notice will come later, and that can be addressed to the president and board of trustees.”

I scanned the crowd in the meeting room. I caught sight of Rick and pointed him out to the lawyer. Burton strode off to speak to him.

“Do you see Willie anywhere?” I asked Julia. “I’ll go around the room. He’s short enough that we might not be able to see him in a crowd.”

“I’ll help you look.” Julia started off in one direction and I in the other to make a circuit of the room. Andrea Ferris chattered at Kanesha.

I found Willie behind a clump of people, hectoring a history professor about his students and their lack of library skills. I had heard this song many times before.

When I interrupted Willie, the history professor shot me a grateful look and disappeared quickly.

“What do you want?” Willie was gracious as ever.

“Godfrey Priest’s lawyer is here, and he wants to speak with you.”

Willie looked taken aback at first, but then a smile spread on his homely face. “Maybe there will be justice at last.” He started forward.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, although I was certain I knew the answer.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Willie said. “Where is this lawyer?”

“Over here,” I said. Burton had rejoined the three women, and Rick Tackett was with him.

“This is William Clark,” I said when we reached them.

Willie stuck out his hand. “I sure am pleased to meet you.”

“And I you.” Burton shook the hand. “You are all acquainted already with Mr. Tackett, of course. Why don’t we proceed now to Mr. Harris’s house?”