Allison Brennan - Speak No Evil

“Nothing,” he said. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a card. “Here’s my cell phone number. Please call me if you have any information about Steve, Angie, or anyone who didn’t like Angie. Or someone who gave her undue attention. Do you know her current boyfriend?”

Ava took the card and shook her head. “No, except what Steve has told me. The guy’s into drugs and a bad scene. Real ego trip. But Steve also thought Angie was about to break up with him.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because of something he read on her journal. You’ve seen it, right?”

He nodded and wished he’d read the entries more carefully.

Ava blushed, averted her eyes. “It’s pretty risqué.”

Steve walked onto the deck shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. He yawned and sipped coffee. “Thanks for making a pot.” His face lit up when he saw Ava. “Hi, sweetheart!” He draped an arm over her shoulders, gave a squeeze, and kissed her cheek.

“You okay?” she asked, concern on her face. She’s half in love with him , Nick realized.

“I’ll be fine,” Steve said. “Nick came down to help. Once the police stop looking at me, they’ll focus their search on finding the real killer.”

Nick was disturbed by his brother’s casual comments. He wanted to confront him about the lies, but right now he needed more information. “We’ll talk later. I have to go.”

“Go where?”

“Out.” Nick left Steve and Ava on the deck, not trusting himself to control his temper.

He grabbed his gun, holstered it, pulled on his jean jacket and hat, and left.

Carina paced, not from nervous energy but because she was so mad at the three girls who sat in front of her that she wanted to throttle them.

“What were you thinking?” she repeated for the umpteenth time.

All three had the sense to look ashamed.

She and Will had pulled the girls from their classes and they now sat in the dean’s office, evicting him for the joint interview. In passing, Carina noticed the numerous degrees, awards, and photographs-reminiscent of Steven Thomas’s apartment but more appropriate in the large, opulent, and brightly lit office.

She was scared for these girls. They hadn’t seen Angie’s body. They didn’t know what had been done to her. “Don’t you know there’s a killer out there? Do you want to be his next victim?”

“Detective,” Will warned quietly, and Carina turned around and took a deep breath. More flies with honey . She heard Nick Thomas’s deep, sexy voice in her head. Where had that come from?

“Abby.” Will sat across from the scared girls, his calm, firm demeanor a better fit in this situation. Carina’s half-Cuban/half-Irish temper sometimes helped, sometimes hindered. “We’re simply concerned about your safety. Putting sexually suggestive photographs of yourselves for the whole world to see was not smart.”

“I’m sorry,” Jodi said. “We’re all sorry. It seemed like a good idea at the time.” She was blushing and didn’t look Will in the eye.

Carina sighed and said, “The fact remains that we haven’t arrested Angie’s murderer and we don’t know if you’ve all put yourselves in danger.”

Will nodded. “We don’t want to be investigating another murder. These cases can take a long time to build. This isn’t television. Smoking guns are rare. That means that we need to go through all the evidence carefully, investigate alibis and backgrounds, interview witnesses. We put all the information we gather together and see if it points to a suspect. If it does, then we dig deeper and make an arrest. Finally, it’s up to the District Attorney’s Office to decide if there is enough evidence to warrant prosecution.

“Sometimes,” he continued, “we’re confident we know who the killer is, but we don’t have enough evidence to arrest him. Sometimes it takes years to build a case.”

“And sometimes the killer is never caught,” Carina said.

The girls looked contrite. “We’re sorry,” Abby said. “Really. We’ll take down the page,” she quickly added.

“We’ve already had it removed, your entry and Angie’s entire journal.” Before the girls’ “Tribute,” Patrick had suggested they keep the site up in case the killer wanted to go online and gloat, or taunt the police or someone else. Now they couldn’t without risking Abby, Jodi, and Kayla. Though they hadn’t given their identities, if the killer knew Angie, he would be able to figure out who her friends were. At least that had been their theory an hour ago.

“Each one of you needs to be careful,” Carina said sternly. She glanced at Will, who nodded. “Abby, Kayla, you may go. Jodi, we’d like to talk to you alone for a minute.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No, we just have some questions.”

“Can’t we stay? For moral support?” Abby said.

Will shook his head. “We need to talk to Jodi alone. But we may be talking to each of you later. Stay safe, okay? If you get any weird vibes, like anyone is watching you or you meet someone who gives you that funny feeling, call me. Anytime, no matter how minor you think it is.”

Kayla and Abby reluctantly left. Jodi bit her thumbnail. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?”

“You’re over eighteen,” Will said. “We have no reason to speak with your parents.”

She noticeably relaxed. “You didn’t know Angie. You only saw her journal. I know it looks bad, but it really wasn’t as bad as it looks. She was a great person.” Tears sprang to her eyes.

Carina squeezed her hand. “Jodi, no one deserves what happened to Angie. You don’t need to convince me that she was a good person. I’m not judging her, or you, or your friends. Finding her killer is my only priority. Okay?”

Jodi’s lip quivered, but she nodded.

“Jodi, we need to know if S-two on your post was Steve Thomas.”

Jodi’s eyes widened with surprise. “How’d you know that was me? I didn’t use my name!”

Carina reached out and touched the ends of her hair. “Hair.”

“Oh.”

“Jodi, this is important,” Will said. “Was he Steve Thomas?”

“Y-Yes.”

“When were you involved with him?”

“Before Angie started seeing him. In November.”

“For how long?”

“Umm, just a couple weeks. Angie hooked up with him after.”

“Who broke it off?”

“It was mutual.”

“Jodi.”

She glanced down. “He did.”

“What did he say?”

“That he cared about me and I deserved someone better than him.” She bit her thumbnail again.

“Were you upset that Angie and Steve were together?”

“No.”

She was lying, but Carina didn’t think she could press out the truth, and what would it accomplish if she did? “Why do you think Angie got a restraining order against Steve?”

She looked them in the eye. “She was scared.”

“Of Steve?”

“I don’t know. He scared her, something he said, and she didn’t want to talk about it. I don’t think it was just because of Steve.”

“Why do you think she was scared?”

“I don’t know. Really, it’s something Abby and I were talking about last night. Just a feeling. But it was also around the time she found out Doug was two-timing her, and that really upset her. So maybe we’re just trying to read something into it because of what happened.” She took a deep breath. “She did start getting some weirder than normal comments on her posts.”

“Anything specific?”

“I never saw them. She deleted a bunch of them. But they made her nervous, and then with Steve hounding her all the time to stop writing the journal, she wondered if he was the one posting the comments. You know, to scare her into not posting her sex diary.”