“Tris and Q decided they had to kill Elise because she flirted with them?”
“They’re like she’s always horny, it’s gross.”
Milo sat back, stretched. Yawned theatrically. “’Scuse me—by the way, Selma told us the real reason Tris and Q wanted to murder Elise. That’s her name, by the way. Elise Freeman.”
“What’d Selma say?”
“Guess.”
“Um, Tris and Q were like we already paid her, now she wants more, the bitch.”
“Keep going, Bri.”
“They’re like we paid her for taking a test—the SAT, that college one, so they could go to Stamford like everyone in their family. She did it for Tris’s brother and Q’s sister and other people, never bugged them but now she wants more, says she knows all the secrets.
“I can see their point.”
“Yeah. You pay, you play, except now she wants more, going to Tris and Q, not the parents like before, she’s like you got your own money, take it outta your own money. They’re like that’s for partying. They’re like she thinks we’re vul-rable, we’ll show her who’s fuckin’ vul-rable.”
“How much extra was she asking?”
“They didn’t say.”
“How much did they pay her in the first place?”
“They didn’t say that, either.”
“So they killed her.”
“It was also her being horny,” she said. “Thinking she was hot when she was not. They said maybe we can do her if we close our eyes. Tie her up, DP her.”
“That sounds kinda angry, Bri.”
“No,” she said. “They were laughing.”
Milo rubbed an eye. “So they decided it was time to kill her.”
“Uh-huh.”
“How’d you feel about that?”
“I didn’t know her.”
“Okay… so now it’s time to buy ice. Why?”
“To keep her cold,” said Brianna Blevins, as if explaining to an idiot.
“Why’d they want to keep her cold?”
“They didn’t want her to smell. Like if they had to take her somewhere. Then they said we’ll do her here and use it anyway ’cause she thinks she’s hot, now she’s gonna get real cold. Then they laughed some more.”
“How’d it go down?”
“They followed me back to my house and Selma and me got into Selma’s car. They followed me and Selma to Fashion Square and bought us dresses and shoes and some jewelry from one of those carts. Then we went to Pizza Hut and ate. Then when it was starting to get dark, they followed us to Van Nuys and we cruised around and looked for a Mexican who needed money. We found a guy, he brought the ice to Selma’s car.”
“Then what?”
“That’s it.”
“Bri, if that was it, Elise Freeman would still be alive.”
“Oh, that,” she said. “They drove to her house.”
“You did, too.”
“We had the ice in Selma’s car, they took it out with these gloves they had.”
“Rubber gloves?”
“They said it was from the science class at school.”
“Smart boys,” said Milo.
“Not so smart they could take their own SAT.”
“Good point, Bri.”
“They do it at school, also,” she said. “Cheat off smart kids, get the A’s. Tris says it’s preparing him for what he wants to do.”
“Which is what?”
“Be president.”
“Ah.”
“He could do it, sir. He’s hot, knows how to make good speeches.”
“What about Q?”
“Q just wants to make money. He’s gonna find some way to run like a charity so he looks like he likes poor people. Then he’s gonna take the money.”
“Okay… so now you’re all at Elise’s house—what time is it?”
“Dark,” she said. “Tris calls her on the phone, he’s like we’re bringing all the money, also some Grey Goose —they took the Grey Goose from the hotel—we’ll celebrate you getting the money and us going to Stamford.”
“What’d Elise say?”
“Tris is like she’s totally into it. He’s like her voice is all drunk, already.”
“Then what?”
“Then they go inside her house for… a long time.”
“How long?”
“A long time, I dunno. Selma and me are getting bored. Then they come out laughing, say the bitch is
“How’d they actually kill her?”
She licked her lips. “Selma already told you.”
“You need to tell me, Bri. For your sake.”
“Okay… so here’s what I’m gonna say: They’re like we put Ox in the Grey Goose bottle, she got totally blasted, fell asleep, then they’re like we put a towel over her nose and her mouth and she stopped breathing, she didn’t even move, it was like going to sleep. Then they put ice in the bathtub, put her in it.”
“So the ice was kind of a joke,” said Milo. “For laughs.”
“They’re always laughing. Q called it a science project, said when he was little they did tricks in school with dry ice.”
“Where were you and Selma when they were inside the house?”
“In Selma’s car,” she said. “We never went in, just like Selma told you.”
“What were you doing in Selma’s car?”
“Waiting. Getting bored. Okay, we smoked up a little. We were bored.”
“Did it bother you?”
“What?”
“What Tris and Q were doing inside the house?”
“They told us later.”
“You knew they were gonna kill her, Bri.”
“Maybe they were kidding.”
Milo smiled.
“Like I said, sir, I didn’t know her.”
Selma Arredondo sat with her arms folded across her flat chest. Exceptionally pretty girl even in station light, but hard-eyed and tight-mouthed and hostile. The sinew and bone and sharp angles of a carnivore that needs to consume its weight daily.
She said, “I’m not saying anything.”
“Suit yourself, Selma.” He headed for the door. “By the way, I’ve got a message from Bri: ‘Homegirl, you’re on your own.’”
Stab of fear. She covered with a smirk. “That’s not Bri.”
“How’s this for a reality check, Selma: Tris and Q took you and Bri to Fashion Square before they killed Elise,
