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best," Sadie said. "And I won't stop looking until the correct person is behind bars."
    "Wait. Do they have someone in jail?" said the tall blonde.
    "It's Professor Ives," the redhead chimed in. "My dad saw them come take him away."
    "I don't believe it, not Professor Ives." The mood in the room changed again and Sadie could feel the anxiety level rise again.
    "I don't believe Professor Ives killed anyone," Sadie said. "And I'm going to do whatever I can to get him released."
    "Should we go over and protest in front of the police station?"
    "Yes, let's stand up for Professor Ives!"
    "He's not in the Seagrove holding cells," Sadie said hastily. Zack would not be happy if a bunch of co-eds started picketing the station house.
    "They've got him over in the town where Sylvia was found. Don't get me into trouble by storming the Seagrove police department."
    "We won't."
    "We promise."
    Sadie left to a chorus of voices assuring her they wouldn't become a public nuisance, but she didn't believe it for a moment. She knew only too well what a group of sorority sisters could do when they put their efforts behind a cause. She almost felt sorry for Steve Ryan.
    The offices were closed when she drove past the college so she headed toward home. On the way she stopped at the pizzeria and picked up a couple of take-and-bake pizzas for dinner. The high school student behind the counter put two dog biscuits on the boxes for Mr. B, who was sitting quietly next to Sadie. She gave one to him to hold and he carried it proudly out to the sidewalk before snapping it down.
    Over pizza that night she broached the subject of Justin with Zack once again. He had a mouthful of pizza that he had to swallow before he could answer.
    “Sadie, babe,” he said, “you know I have no control over what Steve Ryan decides to do with Justin. You are going to have to be patient.”
    “But you could tell him you don’t think Justin killed Sylvia,” Sadie said. “He might listen to you.”
    “I can’t do that,” he said quietly. “I wish I could, for you, but I can’t.”
    “Because you don’t believe he’s innocent,” Sadie said sadly.
    “Because I have no idea if he’s innocent or not,” Zack said.
    “I’d love to believe that you and Mr. Bradshaw are right, Sadie, but there’s no evidence pointing to anyone else. And I can’t go looking for it because it’s not my case. I have my own work to do. I’m sorry.”
    Sadie nodded. He was right, he couldn’t interfere without some kind of proof. She could, though. She should go check on Justin and see if he needed anything. She felt guilty that she hadn’t been already, but she’d been trying to find the real killer.
    “It’s okay,” she said and smiled at Zack. “Of course, you have to do your job. I’m going to see Justin tomorrow. I’ll tell Officer Ryan he’s got the wrong guy. Not that it’ll make a difference, but, at least, I’ll feel like I tried.”
    “I don’t know if they’ll let you see him, but they might. And it doesn’t hurt to try.” Zack leaned across the table and wiped something off her face with his thumb and then wiped his thumb on a napkin.
    “Pizza sauce?” Sadie asked.
    “And a tiny piece of olive. This is good pizza, where did you get it? The Pizzeria?” He put the remains of a piece in his mouth and sighed.
    “The only other place to get take and bake is the grocery, and you know that doesn’t compare. I always get my take and bake from the Pizzeria. In fact, I got a second one to put in the freezer for emergencies.”
    She licked the sauce from her fingers. “Yum.”
    “You have pizza emergencies?” Zack cocked an eyebrow at her.
    “Don’t you? I thought everyone had pizza emergencies,” Sadie said.
    “I just call for delivery when I need a pizza, and I wouldn’t call it an emergency. Sometimes I’m just hungry for pizza,” he said. He palmed a piece of crust and dropped it on the floor.
    “I saw that,” she said. “You know Mr. B isn’t