Karen E. Olson - Annie Seymour 01 - Sacred Cows by Karen E. Olson

Author:Karen E. Olson [Olson, Karen E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Police Reporter - Connecticut
ISBN: 0446616850
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2006-09-30T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

I ran into Sarah on York Street near David Best’s college. At first I wasn’t sure it was her: She was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses.

“Hey,” I said loudly.

She almost fell over, and her eyes grew wide. “Oh, shit, it’s you.”

“Don’t be so happy to see me.”

“What’re you doing here?”

“I need to find David Best’s roommate. What’s his name?”

She cocked her head, and I wished I could see her eyes through those damned glasses. “Why?”

“Just tell me.” This girl was testing my patience. God knows I had precious little of it under even the best of circumstances.

“You know, I may remember something about Melissa that night.”

Okay, so it wasn’t what I’d asked, but it got my attention. “What?”

“She said there was something going on that she didn’t want to have anything to do with.”

“Did she say anything specific?”

Sarah shrugged. “Not really. But it sounded like something.”

A couple of murders and everyone was Miss Marple. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind. Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“She wanted out.”

She still didn’t answer my question, but I was intrigued. “Out of what?”

“I figured it was that escort service stuff. She’d had enough, but she said she couldn’t get her boss to leave her alone.”

Hickey? Had he been holding back on me? “How do you know?”

“She was my roommate. I heard her with Allison.”

“Did Allison want out, too?” It was a test. Allison liked the money, she told me that, so if this kid was trying to pull a fast one, she’d try to tell me otherwise.

“No.” It seemed like she wanted to tell me something else.

“Listen, Sarah, are you sure you don’t know more about this than you’re saying?”

Her face changed slightly, I couldn’t put my finger on just how, but she bit her lip and she shrugged. “No, um, well, maybe.” Sarah glanced at her watch. “Gotta go.” And she scurried off, leaving me wondering just what the fuck was going on over here in the Ivy League and pissed that she hadn’t told me about David Best’s roommate.

I walked a block to the college, hoping for some good luck. An Asian kid was coming through the gate out onto the sidewalk.

“Hold up,” I said, sprinting toward him. Thank God chivalry is still on a respirator; he held the gate for me and I stepped into the courtyard. A tall, pimply kid with shocking red hair lounged against a wall to my right, smoking a cigarette.

“Hi. I’m with the Herald. I was wondering if you know David Best’s roommate.”

His smile was long and slow, his eyes a little glazed, and I looked at the cigarette to make sure it was tobacco. It was, but I had a strong suspicion the one before this wasn’t. “Oh, you’re looking for Matt. He’s not here.”

“What’s his last name?”

“Minneo.”

“Do you know him well?”

He shrugged in that way teenagers do when they know more than they want to say. “Little bit.”

“You wouldn’t know where he went?”

Another shrug. This guy was way too stoned for me to get much out of him.

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