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to the point, he is in. He’s on the short list of the vic’s friends, and the only male on it.”
    “You think they were involved, romantically?”
    “The parents don’t think so—but according to one of the neighbors, and the mother—there was somebody. Somebody fairly recent that the vic was keeping to herself.”
    Peabody pondered a moment. “If she had a thing for Jamie—and he had one back—I don’t think she’d have kept it to herself. He’s just the type the parents would approve of. He’s smart, responsible, has the cop connection. He’s on scholarship to Columbia, and had plenty of other offers from top-level colleges. He took Columbia so he could stay close to home, not leave his mother too much alone.”
    At Eve’s sidelong stare, Peabody shrugged. “He chats up with McNab, which is also how I know Jamie’s been dating the field the last few months. No one girl, nothing serious. I don’t think he’s even mentioned Deena. I’d’ve remembered, since I knew her. Plus most college guys don’t go for high school girls, or not for long.”
    “What do high school girls go for?”
    “Boys. A college boy would be a big status coup. But . . . Deena wasn’t the type. She was kind of sweet and serious and shy.”
    “Vulnerable. A guy pays attention, knew how to play it. She got her nails done.”
    “Huh?”
    “Sometime Saturday, she did her nails or had them done. She dressed up—skirt, nice shirt, jewelry, put on makeup. If you’re hanging at home for the evening, alone, what’re you wearing?”
    “My pajamas or sweats, probably my rattiest.”
    “She didn’t just let him in. She was expecting him.” Eve pulled over to the curb of the modest town house.
    She’d done all this before, walked this same path to tell Brenda Lingstrom her daughter was dead.
    This time Jamie answered the door.
    When had he gotten taller? She had to shift her gaze up to meet his, an odd sensation. He’d let his hair grow a little longer so it tumbled around his face in blond disarray. His jeans were full of holes, his T-shirt baggy with the faded faces of what she recognized as a popular trash rock group sneering out.
    His face had fined down since she’d last seen him, and had gone handsome on her. Another mild shock. She wasn’t looking at a boy anymore, she realized, but a man.
    His sleepy eyes brightened in friendly pleasure, then immediately went blank. He said, “Oh shit.”
    “Nice to see you, too.”
    “Who’s dead? You’re not at the door because you were passing by. Who’s—my mother.”
    Panic leaped, even as his hand shot out and gripped her arm hard enough to bruise.
    “No. She’s not here?”
    “She and Grandma left Friday to hook up with some friends for a girl week, take advantage of the holiday. They’re okay?”
    “As far as I know. We need to come in, Jamie.”
    “Who is it? Tell me who it is.”
    No point trying to soften the blow. “Deena MacMasters.”
    “What? No. No. Deena? Oh God. Oh, god damn !”
    He turned away, strode into the living area that had changed little since she’d brought death into it almost two years before. He paced it, veering around tables, chairs, circling like a cat in a cage. “Give me a minute, okay? Give me a minute.”
    Eve gestured Peabody to a chair herself, and remained standing while Jamie took his minute.
    He stopped, turned, with an air of weary resignation at odds with his youth. “When?”
    “Early this morning.”
    “How?”
    “We’re going to talk about that. When’s the last time you saw her?”
    “Ah.” He rubbed the space between his eyebrows. The gesture seemed to steady him a little. “A couple weeks ago. Wait.” He lowered to the arm of a chair, then stared hard into space for a few minutes.
    And Eve watched him pull control and composure back. If he decided to pursue law enforcement, he had the spine to make a cop, she thought.
    “Tuesday, two weeks ago this coming Tuesday. A bunch of us went to see this new