A Wrongful Drift (Seagrove 8) by Leona Fox Read Free Book Online Page A

difference between murderers and non-murderers. I know it sounds ridiculous but it’s true. He knows.”
    “Ms. Barnett, I don’t doubt the ability of your dog to judge human character. However, I cannot release a man based on a dog’s good opinion. I’d be laughed out of my job. And what if Mr. Bradshaw is wrong in Mr. Ives kills again? Could you live with yourself because I couldn’t,” he said.
    “The longer you keep Justin in jail, the more you damage his reputation. He’s a college professor. This stay in jail could cost him his job. He might never work in education again.”
    She felt like she should get angry, jump up and down, make Officer Ryan listen. But she didn’t think it would make any difference. And if she was honest with herself, she’d have known it wouldn’t. But she had to try. She sighed.
    “Clearly Mr. Bradshaw and I are not going to change your mind, but later on, when Mr. Bradshaw is proven to be correct, I want you to remember that I did warn you that you have the wrong man. In fact, I don’t think it was a man at all. I’m pretty sure the sorority pledge that didn’t make the cut killed Sylvia Jones. A girl, not a man at all.” She got up out of the chair.
    “Thank you for your time,” she said and left the room.
    It took her a couple of minutes to find her way out of the maze of hallways to the front door of the police station. She walked sedately to her car, put Mr. Bradshaw in the front seat and got in. She looked around to see that no one was watching her, and when she was certain she was alone, she let out her frustration by pounding on the steering wheel and yelling “Argh!” at the top of her voice.
    Then she took a deep breath, started the engine and drove sedately away. Like a good citizen. It wasn’t just that she knew she looked foolish, it was the inability to do anything that really would help. Life is just so frustrating sometimes.
    “Back again, Ms. Barnett?” The woman behind the desk at the college registrar’s office recognized her immediately.
    “What can I help you with now?” She wasn’t exactly friendly, but at least she wasn’t openly hostile or refusing Sadie’s requests. That was an improvement.
    “This is going to seem like a pretty odd question,” Sadie said. The clerk raised her eyebrows.
    “I’m looking for a woman, an underclassman - most likely a freshman. I have no idea what her last name is but her first name ends with A-N-D-Y. Or maybe an I instead of the Y. You know like Randy, Mandy or Sandy. It could even be Andy.”
    “I can’t say I’ve ever had that request before,” the clerk said.
    “Give me a minute.” She went back over to her desk, clicked her mouse and tapped a few times on a keyboard.
    Sadie leaned on the counter and waited while Mr. Bradshaw sniffed around her feet. There had to be a lot of good smells down there, she thought.
    The clerk clicked a couple of more keys and the printer spit out a piece of paper, which she brought over to Sadie. “Here you go,” she said.
    “Good luck with what you’re doing. I have no idea what it is, but I know the Dean of Students thinks it’s important. What the Dean of Students is behind, I’m behind.”
    “Thanks,” Sadie said and took the paper. “I hope it turns out to be important or all I’m doing is just wasting my time and yours.”
    Sadie took the paper out to the car and looked at it. There were three names: Mandy Wills, Tandy Smith, and Candy Foster. Their phone numbers and addresses also were listed, along with their year in school. Mandy and Candy were freshmen. Tandy was a sophomore.
    “Better call Zack before we go,” Sadie said to Mr. Bradshaw. “I think the crumb trail might be coming to an end, and someone should know where we are in case we disappear.”
    Mr. Bradshaw tilted his head and whined in a way that Sadie took to mean, “Why are we going then?”
    “Because someone has to make sure Professor Ives doesn’t go to jail for a crime he