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Authors: Alexa Grace
It's curious how just a stare, if timed correctly, makes people very damned uncomfortable.
"Mandy Morris was murdered and her body was dumped in a wooded area near Kramer."
"No way. Seriously? Mandy can't be dead."
"Someone put a bullet through her head."
"Oh, my God," said Billy as he put his head in his hands. Lane watched him carefully. He looked upset, but Lane had seen subjects give Academy Award winning performances before to escape detection.
"Ever been to Kramer?"
"Where? Hell, no. Never heard of it."
"Tell me about your relationship with Mandy."
"She was in one of my classes and helped me with a term paper. We just sort of hooked up. She was lonely and Marianne hadn't started school here yet. The thing with Mandy just sort of happened. Before I knew it, she was staying here more than at her dorm."
"Were you in love with her? Did you have a relationship with Mandy?"
"No way. I didn't tell her about Marianne and I never told her we were in love or in any kind of big relationship either. I couldn't believe the idiot got pregnant. I thought she was on birth control."
"So you weren't very happy about the pregnancy?" Lane frowned at the kid and thought about what a colossal asshole he was.
"Hell, no. I didn't want to be the father of Mandy Morris's kid. She was a freak. Everyone I know made fun of her. I told her I'd pay to get an abortion, but she said it was too late. I told her I didn't care what she did as long as she left me out of it. I just wanted her out of my apartment and my life before she screwed things up with Marianne and me."
Lane scowled and leaned as close to Billy's face as he could get. By now his fingers had formed a fist and he tried to control the urge to hit him. "Did you want her out of your life enough to kill her?"
"No way. I did not kill her. I couldn't do that."
"Do you own a firearm, Billy?"
"Yeah. My dad got me a Glock 21 for Christmas last year. He was worried about me living in the apartment without protection."
"May I see it?" Lane watched as Billy headed for one of the back rooms for the gun. He didn't like Billy one bit. But that didn't mean the kid was a killer. In a murder like this one, the baby-daddy is usually the prime suspect. But something didn't feel right about accusing Billy of the crime yet.
He was hoping the gun was something other than a Glock; a gun that was capable of shooting a .38 hollow point bullet like the one found in Mandy Morris's skull. Billy returned with a shoe box that he handed to Lane, who pulled out a black Glock 21. Lane examined the gun and discovered it not only hadn't been shot recently, but had never been shot, period.
He handed the gun in the shoe box back to Billy. “Do you know anyone who might have wanted to hurt Mandy?”
Billy shook his head. “She was kind of a loner. Not many friends.”
Lane slipped one of his cards out of his pocket and handed it to Billy. “Call me if you remember anything that might help.”
Later, he sat outside Billy's apartment house. His gut told him that Billy James didn't kill Mandy Morris. But if Billy didn't kill her, who did? And if she'd moved out of Billy's apartment and her dorm, where did she go?
Lane sat at the small round table in his hotel room with the contents of Mandy Morris's investigative file folder strewn across the table and taped on a nearby wall. His heart clenched as he glanced at the photo he'd enlarged from her university identification card. She was so damn young and full of promise. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either. She had the girl-next-door look with pale skin and a scattering of freckles, large green eyes, and a strong, determined jaw. She was a young, smart woman who didn't deserve the lack of respect or love in her life. That someone extinguished this girl like the
"Mandy Morris was murdered and her body was dumped in a wooded area near Kramer."
"No way. Seriously? Mandy can't be dead."
"Someone put a bullet through her head."
"Oh, my God," said Billy as he put his head in his hands. Lane watched him carefully. He looked upset, but Lane had seen subjects give Academy Award winning performances before to escape detection.
"Ever been to Kramer?"
"Where? Hell, no. Never heard of it."
"Tell me about your relationship with Mandy."
"She was in one of my classes and helped me with a term paper. We just sort of hooked up. She was lonely and Marianne hadn't started school here yet. The thing with Mandy just sort of happened. Before I knew it, she was staying here more than at her dorm."
"Were you in love with her? Did you have a relationship with Mandy?"
"No way. I didn't tell her about Marianne and I never told her we were in love or in any kind of big relationship either. I couldn't believe the idiot got pregnant. I thought she was on birth control."
"So you weren't very happy about the pregnancy?" Lane frowned at the kid and thought about what a colossal asshole he was.
"Hell, no. I didn't want to be the father of Mandy Morris's kid. She was a freak. Everyone I know made fun of her. I told her I'd pay to get an abortion, but she said it was too late. I told her I didn't care what she did as long as she left me out of it. I just wanted her out of my apartment and my life before she screwed things up with Marianne and me."
Lane scowled and leaned as close to Billy's face as he could get. By now his fingers had formed a fist and he tried to control the urge to hit him. "Did you want her out of your life enough to kill her?"
"No way. I did not kill her. I couldn't do that."
"Do you own a firearm, Billy?"
"Yeah. My dad got me a Glock 21 for Christmas last year. He was worried about me living in the apartment without protection."
"May I see it?" Lane watched as Billy headed for one of the back rooms for the gun. He didn't like Billy one bit. But that didn't mean the kid was a killer. In a murder like this one, the baby-daddy is usually the prime suspect. But something didn't feel right about accusing Billy of the crime yet.
He was hoping the gun was something other than a Glock; a gun that was capable of shooting a .38 hollow point bullet like the one found in Mandy Morris's skull. Billy returned with a shoe box that he handed to Lane, who pulled out a black Glock 21. Lane examined the gun and discovered it not only hadn't been shot recently, but had never been shot, period.
He handed the gun in the shoe box back to Billy. “Do you know anyone who might have wanted to hurt Mandy?”
Billy shook his head. “She was kind of a loner. Not many friends.”
Lane slipped one of his cards out of his pocket and handed it to Billy. “Call me if you remember anything that might help.”
Later, he sat outside Billy's apartment house. His gut told him that Billy James didn't kill Mandy Morris. But if Billy didn't kill her, who did? And if she'd moved out of Billy's apartment and her dorm, where did she go?
Lane sat at the small round table in his hotel room with the contents of Mandy Morris's investigative file folder strewn across the table and taped on a nearby wall. His heart clenched as he glanced at the photo he'd enlarged from her university identification card. She was so damn young and full of promise. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either. She had the girl-next-door look with pale skin and a scattering of freckles, large green eyes, and a strong, determined jaw. She was a young, smart woman who didn't deserve the lack of respect or love in her life. That someone extinguished this girl like the
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