Page 13 of Line of Sight (Second Sight #4)

THE NEWSPAPERS were finally letting the story of Scott’s murder die a natural death—pun intended—and I hadn’t seen any of the party-goers with whom I’d shared such an interesting evening since that night.

All that changed today.

I walked out of the library—I did visit it occasionally—and ran into Greg Collins. I feigned ignorance and grinned.

“Poirot, I didn’t recognize you without your mustaches. What did you do, shave them off?”

Greg’s face was drawn, dark smudges under his eyes. “I’ve been looking for you for the past two weeks.”

I offered him a beaming smile. “Well, you’ve found me.

” I wasn’t surprised it had taken him this long to track me down.

I’d missed a ton of classes, not that I was concerned: I wasn’t at UMass to get an education—after all I didn’t need a degree, not the way my future had already been mapped out for me—but for the entertainment.

I went to UMass to appear just like everyone else.

Greg swallowed. “Saturday night. Come to the Twelve Ben’s Tavern on Adams Street, eight o’clock. The others will be there too. Well, they will once I’ve spoken to them.”

I widened my eyes. “Another mystery/thriller night?”

Since the party, I’d taken pains to learn their true identities, a piece of detective work that had kept boredom from my door—for a while, at least.

That was the trouble. Nothing ever did that for long.

Greg gaped at me. “You do know what happened to Scott, don’t you? My stepbrother?”

Lying was out of the question, what with the lurid headlines screaming at passersby from the newsstands. Only a hermit could have missed them.

“Of course I do.”

“Then you know exactly why we need to meet. So be there.”

I smirked. “Seeing as you’ve asked me so politely….”

Greg gave me another hard stare. “Haven’t you worked it out yet? That party… all those people who sat with us and talked and laughed…. Okay, so I was drunk, but not drunk enough to forget what we discussed. One of them is a murderer, and they killed Scott.”

I feigned shock. “Then of course I’ll be there.”

And do you include me in that summation?

“Fine. I’ll see you then.” He strode across the campus.

And there was I, thinking the coming weekend would be dull.

Saturday night was looking more entertaining by the second.