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know.   Anyway, go on.”  
    “Well, he asked me a few more questions about how I knew him, about Professor Greenfield in class, things like that.   Then he tells me that my name is on some notes in Greenfield’s office where they found the body.”  
    “Did he tell you anything about how Greenfield was killed, I mean, died?”  
    “No, not at that point.   Wait, you said killed.   Do you think someone killed him?”
    “No, not necessarily.   It could be a lot of things.”   Ben didn’t really believe that, but could feel her freaking out on the phone.   “What else did he say?”
    “Well, we talked for a few more minutes and then he asked me if he could stop by at some point to ask me some more questions.   What am I supposed to say?   He’s a police detective.   I can’t just tell him no.”  
    “No, probably not,” Ben agreed.  
    “So, of course,” she continued, “I’m a nervous wreck about this all weekend, then yesterday afternoon, he just shows up here unannounced.   Just knocks on my door.”  
    “Here?   Where’s here?   Are you at home?”  
    “Yes, I’m here at the condo.”  
    “Didn’t you work today?”  
    “Yes, but then I came home.   I’m too upset.   So, like I was saying, they just showed up here yesterday afternoon about three.   Thank God A.J. was gone.   He was at his father’s.   They just knocked right on the door.   I suppose since they’re the police, the people downstairs just let them in.   So much for security.”  
    Ben shook his head.   Normally you wouldn’t need security from the police, he thought, but said nothing.   “Go on,” he finally said.  
    “Well, I opened the door and there they stood, the two of them.   That Detective Nelson that you must know and a tall, black man named Cole, another detective.   They just stood there right in front of my door.   What was I going to do?”  
    “Let them in?”  
    “Well, yes, of course I let them in.”  
    “What happened next?”  
    “Well, they had more questions.   You know, more of the same.   All these questions about Greenfield, how I knew him, when did I know him, when did I see him last, stuff like that.”  
    Ben was puzzled.   “Why would they ask you things like that?   I’m assuming you haven’t seen him in years.   I’m not sure I’ve seen him since graduation.”  
    “Exactly,” she responded, “I told them I couldn’t remember when I saw him last.”  
    “He said they found your name in his office.   What was that all about?”  
    “I don’t know.   They wouldn’t really say.   I got the impression that I may have been on the reunion list.”  
    “Reunion, what reunion?”  
    “You know, since this is now 2002 and we graduated in 1992, they’re planning reunions for the summer.   I got dragged in to be on this Reunion Committee.    I’ve been getting stuff from the administration about class lists and, you know, we’re in the beginning stages of planning for this reunion.   Apparently, from what I could gather, Greenfield had stuff about the reunion in his office with notations with my name on it.”  
    “That doesn’t sound terribly unusual.   I’m sure they’re just following up on loose ends they may have, just trying to gather information, things like that.”  
    “No, no.   It was much more than that.   They started asking me about, like where I was on New Year’s Eve, where I was the Friday before New Year’s.   What did I do on New Year’s Eve.   Where did I go.   Who was I with.   Things like that.”  
    “Is that when he died?   New Year’s Eve?”  
    “I don’t know.   No, well, I don’t know.   I don’t think so.   I got the impression they think he died on like Friday or Saturday, but the body wasn’t found until, I don’t know, the 2nd or 3rd, or something.”  
    “It must have been the 2nd,” Ben said, remembering the newspaper.
    “I don’t know,” she said, her voice