wife.”

“True,” I said.

We lasted another hour. I didn’t learn anything else. But they had gotten drunk enough so I wouldn’t have had much faith in anything they told me, anyway. I stood.

“Good night, ladies,” I said.

“How ’bout you,” Bev said. “You married?”

“Kind of,” I said.

“You cheat?” Bev said.

“No,” I said.

“Really?” Bev said.

“Really,” I said. “But thanks for asking.”

19

I got Missy Minor’s campus address from Crosby, and in the mid-morning I fell into step with her when she came out.

“You’re that detective,” she said.

“Spenser’s the name,” I said. “Law and order’s the game.”

“I told you yesterday that I don’t know anything about Dr. Prince, except that he was an okay teacher and an easy grader.”

“I heard you were his girlfriend,” I said.

She was silent for a beat.

Then she said, “That’s crazy. Where’d you hear that.”

“I’m a detective, “I said. “I have my sources.”

“Speaking of which,” she said, “let me see your badge.”

I took a business card from my pocket and handed it to her.

“Private,” I said. “Working with the police.”

“ ‘Private’?” she said, looking at my card. “A private detective? I don’t have to talk with you.”

“But why wouldn’t you?” I said. “I’m a lot of fun.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I can see that.”

“Plus,” I said, “we have a connection.”

“What?” she said.

“I know your mother,” I said.

Again, a short silence.

Then she said, “You know Winifred?”

“I do,” I said.

“You been talking to her about me and Dr. Prince?”

“No,” I said. “If I did, what would I say?”

“My mother’s a worrier,” Missy said. “She heard any of your bullshit theory about me being his girlfriend, she’d go crazy.”

“Even though there’s no truth to it.”

“She’s a worrier,” Missy said.

“How about your father?” I said.

“Don’t have one,” Missy said.

“Ever?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t want to discuss it,” she said.

“Did you have any sort of relationship with Ashton Prince?” I said.

She shook her head again.

“Why do you suppose people had the idea that you did?” I said.

“You’re the detective,” she said. “You figure it out.”

“He hit on you?”

“He was my professor,” she said. “That’s all. I don’t see why you’re harassing me like this. It’s not my fault I

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