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has the lookers all over him.”
    In the car, Carina frowned, made notes. “He could have dumped Angie’s body late Sunday night and then left town. But if the neighbor’s right, Masterson couldn’t have killed Angie.”
    “Did you smell the booze? I doubt he knows what day of the week it is, let alone what time Masterson left yesterday.
If
it was yesterday.” Will picked up the radio and put a BOLO on Masterson.
    Carina’s money was on Thomas. Means, opportunity, motive. The means was a little difficult right now—where would he have kept her?—but he had no alibi for the time she disappeared, and she had dumped him for another loser. More damning was the fact that he’d lied to them.
    “Let’s talk to Abby Ivers again,” she said. She filled Will in on her theory that Abby was hiding something. “We need to be let in on her little secret, or maybe the phrase
obstruction of justice
will mean something to her.”
    They found Abby at the apartment she shared with Jodi. The girls had another friend, Kayla Nichols, with them. The three of them had obviously been crying.
    Carina wasn’t going to leave the room without knowing what Abby had hinted at earlier. But after fifteen minutes of the run-around with all three girls—Abby, Jodi, and wannabe lawyer Kayla—first denying, then saying it wasn’t important, then saying Angie would roll over in her grave if she knew they’d told, Carina lost her temper.
    She looked each of them in the eye in turn, then focused her steely-eyed gaze on the weakest link, Abby.
    “Okay, girls, let me explain something to you. Angie was raped. Then she was suffocated in a garbage bag.
Murdered.
She’s dead, and if you don’t spill this secret right now, I’m taking you all to jail. You can spend the night in a cold cell and maybe then you’ll try to help, not hinder, our investigation.”
    Kayla jumped up. “We have rights, too!”
    “Sit down, Kayla,” Carina said. “I can and will arrest you for obstruction of justice. You will be taken into court tomorrow and the judge will make you tell or you’ll be in contempt of court.”
    Abby interjected, “No one can know.”
    “If it goes to court, it will damn well be public information,” Carina said. “You tell me now, and I promise I will do everything in my power to keep the information private.” Carina hoped she could. If it was material to the prosecution, all bets were off. She didn’t like to deceive the girls, but finding Angie’s killer was more important.
    Abby and Jodi looked at each other. Abby burst into tears. Carina rubbed her forehead. She was getting a headache.
    Jodi spoke. “Angie, um, she sort of had a double life kind of thing.”
    Double life kind of thing?
Carina and Will exchanged glances.
    “Angie dated a lot of guys,” Jodi continued. “Some not really publicly. But she journaled about it.”
    “Journaled? Did she keep the journal at her house? In her purse?” Two officers had been to Angie’s house to search her personal effects, but her purse was missing.
    Jodi bit her lip. “No, an online journal. You know, MyJournal dotcom. But,” she continued quickly, “she was anonymous.
No one
knew about it. I mean, no one would even think that she did the things she wrote about. She’s really sweet.”
    “You mean she made them up?”
    Jodi shook her head profusely. “Oh no, it’s all true. Well, most of it. I mean, I doubt she ever lied, but I guess she could have sort of exaggerated.”
    “Anonymous. How did
you
know?”
    Abby glanced down sheepishly. “One day she borrowed my computer and after she left I looked at the Web page history because I needed something. There it was. I read the entries and knew it was Angie because she talked about us, but not our real names. Only our first initials. I asked her about it, and she told us everything, swore us to secrecy. It’s, um, sort of a sex diary. Her profile was ‘A for Anonymous.’ ”
    “Anonymous online,” Will said, his voice