Skip the public relations message, I have to fly back to Denver. Caroline's stepfather is very ill and I need to get home, But i can't go unless I know someone here is looking into this. Please.
I'll need the names of her friends.
"She told her mom about some guy harassing her at work. Apparently she'd dated him and they'd just broken up. Do you have any idea who she might have been talking about?"
"Not really. I didn't keep track of the guys in her life.
"I pulled over and was out of my car like a shot, the fellow from the navy blue pickup truck right behind me. There must have been five of us running toward the wreckage spurred by the possibility of exploding gasoline, which mercifully did not ignite."
"Thursday, when the knock came, I'd just broken for lunch. I opened the door. At first glance, I thought the dead girl was miraculously alive, restored to health, and standing on my doorstep with all the solemnity of a ghost. The illusion was dispelled. A close look showed a blond woman in her mid forties, her face etched with weariness."
"The apartment was typical of student digs; faintly shabby, furnished with mismatched items that had probably been languishing in someone's garage. Her roommate was a young woman named Judy Layton."