was starting to feel more frustrated than nervous.
Didn’t Hintz understand anything she’d been saying?
“No,” she said. “Like I said, I went off by myself. I didn’t see Rhea at all after that.”
Hintz kept tapping his eraser, looking at his notes.
He asked, “Does the name Rory Burdon mean anything to you?”
Riley thought quickly.
Rory …
Yes, the first name was familiar, anyway.
She said, “Rhea seemed to be kind of interested in him, I guess. I saw her dancing with him a few other times at the Centaur’s Den.”
“But not tonight?”
Riley fought down a sigh. She wanted to say …
How many times do I have to tell you, I didn’t see Rhea at all after I got there?
Instead, she simply said, “No.”
She figured Rory must have been there tonight as well, and that the other girls had told Hintz they’d seen Rhea hanging on him.
“What do you know about him?” Hintz asked.
Riley paused. What little she did know seemed too trivial to mention. Rory was a tall, skinny, awkward guy with thick glasses, and all the girls except Riley had teased Rhea for being interested in him.
She said, “Not much, except he lives off campus somewhere.”
She realized that Hintz was just staring at her again, as if he expected her to say something more.
Does Hintz consider him a suspect? she wondered.
Riley was sure that the chief was way off base if he did suspect Rory. The guy had struck her as shy and gentle, not the least bit aggressive.
She was about to say so to Hintz, but the police chief glanced down at the papers in front of him and moved on with his questions.
“When did you leave the Centaur’s Den?” he asked.
Riley made the best guess she could about the time—it had been pretty late.
Then Hintz said, “Did you see any of your friends before you left?”
Riley remembered the girls staggering down the stairs, and how Trudy had been carrying the pitcher of beer when she’d asked …
“Hey, Riley! Who was the cute guy?”
Riley said, “Trudy and Heather and Gina and Cassie all came downstairs. They said Rhea had already gone. That was when I left.”
As Hintz jotted down notes, Riley’s head started to fill with questions of her own. She remembered asking where Rhea was, and Trudy had said …
“I dunno. Where is Rhea?”
… and then Heather had said …
“Rhea went back to the dorm.”
Riley wondered—what did Heather or any of the other girls know about Rhea’s departure?
Did they know whether she had left the Centaur’s Den alone or not?
And what had they told Hintz about it?
Riley wished she could ask, but knew that she mustn’t.
“Did you leave the bar alone?” Hintz asked.
“Yeah,” Riley said.
“And you walked all the way back to the dorm alone?”
“Yeah.”
Hintz’s frown deepened as he glared at her.
“Are you sure that was wise? The school offers an escort service for crossing the campus at night. Why didn’t you call for it?”
Riley gulped. This seemed to her like the first really good question Hintz had asked so far.
She said, “I guess I always felt safe walking on campus at night. But now …”
Her voice faded.
Now things are really different, she thought.
Hintz frowned again.
“Well, I hope you use better judgment in the future. Especially when you’ve been drinking too much.”
Riley’s eyes widened.
“I only had one glass of wine,” she said.
Hintz squinted at her. She could tell by his expression that he thought she was lying. The other girls must have admitted to drinking a lot, and he assumed that Riley had as well.
She resented his attitude, but she quickly told herself that whatever Hintz thought of her didn’t matter right now. It would be stupid and petty of her to get pissed off about it.
Hintz kept jotting things down and said, “That will be all—for now. You must obey the same rules as everybody else in the dorm. Stay in your room tonight. Don’t plan on leaving the campus until you’re notified otherwise. We might want to ask you more questions soon.”
Riley was oddly startled.
Is that it? she wondered.
Was the interview really over?
Because she sure still had questions, even if Hintz didn’t.
One question in particular had been welling up in her mind ever since she had discovered Rhea’s body. She remembered stepping into Rhea’s dimly lit room and seeing her severed throat and her wide open eyes—but she hadn’t stopped to really look closely at her body.
In a halting voice, she said to Hintz …
“Could you tell me … do you know …”
She suddenly realized how hard it was going to be to even ask the question.
She continued, “Before she died … before she was killed … was Rhea …?”
She couldn’t bring herself to say the word …
Raped.
And from Hintz’s blank expression, Riley could tell that he really couldn’t figure out what she was trying to ask.
Fortunately, Officer Frisbie did understand.
She said, “I can’t say for sure—the medical examiner is still on his way here. But I don’t think she was sexually assaulted. It looked to me like her clothes weren’t disturbed during the attack.”
Breathing a little easier, Riley gave Frisbie a look of silent gratitude.
The woman nodded slightly,
