“We’d met only recently, but he was a great person.” I had to explain my presence somehow.
“Yes, he was.”
Ignoring the caustic stare of the other woman, I continued, “I’m a private investigator. We were working on a case together, and now I’m working with APD, helping to find out who did this.”
“I see,” she said in surprise.
“I hardly think now is the time for this, Ms. Davidson.”
“Not at all,” Mrs. Sussman said. “This is precisely the time. Do the police know anything yet?”
“We have some promising leads,” I said evasively. “I just wanted to let you know that we are working very hard to solve this case and that—” I turned back to Sussman. “—you’re all he talked about.”
The sobs began again, and Harriet went to work consoling her friend. A weak, appreciative smile spread across Sussman’s face.
After handing her my card and saying good-bye, I gestured for Sussman to meet me outside.
“That was awkward.”
We were in front of his house, leaning against Misery, watching the occasional car slide past. The wind had picked up. Its crisp chill gave me goose bumps, and I hugged myself, thankful for the sweater underneath my leather jacket.
“Sorry,” he said. “I meant to go back with the others. I just…”
“Don’t worry about it. You have a lot on your plate. I understand.”
“What have you found out?”
After I filled him in, he seemed to perk up a little. “You think this is about human trafficking?”
“We have a semi-solid plan of action if you want in.”
“Sure do.” Good. He seemed to be doing better. He turned thoughtful a moment, then asked, “In the meantime, can I jump in your body and make out with my wife through you?”
I fought a grin. “It doesn’t really work that way.”
“Then can you just make out with my wife and pretend I’m in your body?”
“No.”
“I can pay. I have money.”
“How much we talking?”
I sneaked back into the law offices of Sussman, Ellery & Barber, dumped the flash drives into Barber’s desk, then did another quick search, just in case I missed one. Nora hadn’t been in, which was good. She couldn’t have realized the flash drives were missing and made a mess for me.
Now on to Reyes’s classmates. Dave’s Diner was a fifties flashback, complete with tin signs and chocolate egg cream sodas, which surprisingly contain neither eggs nor cream. When I walked in, two women sitting in a corner booth waved me over. Wondering how they knew what I’d look like, I strolled to their table.
“Charley?” one asked. She was big and startlingly pretty with a dark brown bob and wide smile.
“That’s me. How did you know?”
The other one smiled, a Latina with curly hair pulled back into a frizzy ponytail and skin to die for. “Your assistant told us that you’d probably be the only girl walking through the door who looked like she could do the name Charley Davidson proud. I’m Louise.”
I shook Louise’s hand, then the other one’s.
“I’m Chrystal,” she said. “We just ordered food, if you’re hungry.”
After sliding into the circular booth, I ordered a burger and a diet soda. “I can’t tell you how thrilled I am that you agreed to meet me.”
They laughed at some private joke, then took pity on me and explained. “We jump at any chance to talk about Reyes Farrow.”
“Wow,” I said in surprise, “I do, too. You knew him well?”
After another sideways glance at Chrystal, Louise said, “Nobody knew Reyes Farrow well.”
“I don’t know,” Chrystal said, “Amador.”
“Right. I’d forgotten that he hung out with Amador Sanchez.”
“Amador Sanchez?” I opened my bag and pulled out the file I had on Reyes. “Amador Sanchez was in prison with him. They were cellmates, in fact. Are you telling me they were friends before they met in prison?”
“Amador went to prison?” Chrystal asked, surprised.
“That surprises you?” Louise arched a delicate brow at her friend.
“Kind of. He was a good guy.” She looked at me then. “Reyes mostly kept to himself until he met Amador. They became friends pretty quick.”
“Can you tell me about Reyes?” My heart raced with wanting and anticipation. I’d searched for him for so long, only to have him find me instead, to have him turn out to be the Big Bad. How could I not have known?
Louise studied a napkin she’d folded into a swan. “Every girl on campus was in love with him, but he was so quiet, so … withdrawn.”
“He was really smart, you know?” Chrystal added. “I’d always taken him for a slacker. He wore a lot of layers.”
“Hoodies,” Louise said in agreement. “Always had hoodies on with the hood up. He got in trouble for that constantly. But he kept doing it.”
“Every day in class,” Chrystal said, taking her turn, “he would try to get away with his hood up, and every day in class, the teacher would tell him to put it down.”
Louise leaned into me, a sparkle in her dark brown eyes. “Now, what you have to understand is that even in the short amount of time that he was there, this became a ritual. Not for him, not for the teachers, but for the girls.”
“The girls?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Chrystal said, nodding her head in dreamy remembrance. “There was a moment every day when you could have heard a pin drop. He would raise his hands and push the hood back, and it was like watching heaven reveal itself.”
I could see it in my head. His beautiful face revealed in such a way as to cause hearts to flutter, blood to rush, and young girls to sigh in choreographed unison.
After a bit of reminiscent thought, Louise said, “And he was so smart. He was in the same calculus class as our friend Holly, and he always blew the curve. Aced every test.”
“We had him for English and science. One day, Mr. Stone gave us this assessment,” Chrystal chimed in excitedly, “and Reyes got a hundred, and Mr. Stone accused him of cheating because some of the concepts weren’t even presented until college.”
“Oh, I remember that. Mr. Stone said there’s no way Reyes got a hundred on it. And Reyes was like, ‘Screw you, I didn’t cheat,’ and Mr. Stone was like, ‘Yes, you did,’ and he took Reyes to the principal.”
“Suzy worked as an aide that hour, remember?” Chrystal asked Louise. Louise nodded. “Said they went into the office and Mr. Stone got in trouble because the principal said Reyes gets hundreds on everything, and he had no right to accuse him of cheating.”
“Was he ever given an IQ test?” I asked.
“Yes,” Louise said. “The principal had him tested, and then these men showed up from some educational board wanting to talk to him, but Reyes’s family had moved away.”
Yeah, I was sure they did. Reyes’s father kept them on the move constantly. Dodging the authorities at every turn.
“I still can’t believe he killed his dad,” Chrystal said.
“He didn’t,” I said, wondering if my convictions were more wishful thinking than evidence based.
They looked up at me in surprise. I probably shouldn’t have done it, but I wanted them on my side. On Reyes’s side. I told them about the first night I saw him, about his father beating him senseless, and about the sister he’d left inside.
I paused when our food arrived, waiting for the server to leave before I continued. “That’s why we’re here. I need to find his sister.” I also explained what happened in prison and the fact that he was in a coma, but neither of them could remember very much about the girl. “She’s really the only one who can stop the state from terminating care. Do you know anyone who might have hung out with her?”
