Page 85 (1/2)

"That was so weird, and I asked him why he’d say that, now that Toot this look on his face like he’d co to himself He acted nervous, jumpy, you knohat I mean?"

"You don’t knohat he was nervous about?"

Melissa shook her head "Since he was being such a jerk, I left The snow had lightened up, so I hooked a ride on a motorcycle"

"Did you see Peter yesterday?"

She nodded "He called me after you interviewed him and his dad He sounded really pleased with hiether in Georgetown Friday night, at that gallery"

Savich said, "Do you know if he spoke to Stony yesterday?"

"I don’t know" She raised her eyes to Savich’s face "Stony killed himself Why did he kill himself? I don’t understand it All three of them are dead, just dead Why?"

"We have to find out," Sherlock said "Melissa, what exactly did you and Peter fight about last night before you went to the rave with Janelle?"

"I finally accused hirinned at me Do you know he said I should have soht he had the right, you know? Because he was helping ht"

"No, he didn’t," Sherlock said "No one has that right"

Savich said, "You got here at what time, Melissa?"

She blinked at him, as if she couldn’t quite understand what he’d said She looked at Sherlock, who said, "Was it about nine o’clock when you knocked on his door?"