Page 8 of Wild Idol

“No, she broke up with her boyfriend after graduation. She didn’t want to be tied down going into college.”

“Does he live here on the island?”

“Yeah, but he’s going off to school in the fall at the University of Texas.”

“What’s his name?”

“Jasper Michaels.”

“Do you have contact information for him?”

“Yeah, his number is in my phone.” She cringed. “Does Haley’s mom know?”

“We’re trying to get in touch with local authorities,” I said.

“I can call her.”

“That’s something we prefer to do in person, if at all possible.”

“What do I tell her if she calls?”

“Just be honest. But be delicate about it.”

“Of course.”

“What about her father?”

“He died of a heart attack a few years ago.”

An empathetic frown tugged my face. “Sorry to hear that.”

“Was Haley currently enrolled?”

“No. She was supposed to start here in the fall.”

We chatted a bit more, then I dug into my pocket and handed her a card. “Get in touch if you can think of anything else helpful.”

She texted me the photo of Haley with Sable before we left.

JD and I ambled back down the hallway, past the lounge, to the elevator. I pressed the call button.

Jack said, “Haley got mixed up with somebody who fed her a bunch of drugs and didn’t want the public scandal and criminal charges of an underage girl ODing.”

“I think you’re right about that,“ I said. “But that could be just about anybody.”

The bell rang, and the elevator doors slid open.

JD and I made our way down to the lobby. It still bustled with activity.

We walked back across campus to the Founders’ Court, hopped into the Porsche, and set out across the island to see if we could find Jason.

I called Isabella. “Look through Haley’s phone records for a guy named Jason.”

Her fingers clacked against the keyboard. A moment later, she said, “There are a few texts back and forth between Jamison Davies, but no Jason.”

“Close enough.”

I thanked her for the info and asked her to send his contact information.