Dr. Logan shrugged. He said he wasn’t comfortable offering any hypothesis until he had all the evidence. Oslo noticed the pale woman’s eyes darting back and forth between him and Logan. She had something on her mind. He wanted to hear it but was fairly certain that she wouldn’t undermine Logan with an answer, if he asked directly. Detective Oslo turned to the woman and introduced himself.
“Hi. I’m Detective Miles Oslo.”
“Janet Hahn, intern.”
“Nice to meet you, Janet,” Oslo said.
“Detective, I’ll be in touch as soon as I have something,” Logan put in.
“Right,” Oslo said, and turned to leave.
The detective loitered in the hall. Janet emerged from the morgue a few minutes later.
“Hi, Janet,” Oslo said.
“Detective.”
“Is there a place to get coffee around here?”
“Not good coffee,” Janet said.
“Show me,” Oslo said.
He followed Janet through the corridor to the break room. It was empty.
“When I asked Dr. Logan what might have happened, you looked like—I don’t know, like you knew something,” Oslo said. “This case is all over the place. I don’t want to be looking for a killer or a rapist if there isn’t one. And, if there is, I need to know now.”
Janet looked the detective up and down, the way men sometimes looked at her. She stopped herself and looked away. “Anyone ever tell you you look like Conan O’Brien?”
“Yep. All the time,” Oslo said.
“You gonna get some coffee?” Janet asked.
“No,” Oslo said. “You going to help me out?”
Janet looked at her shoes, debating.
“This is all off the record,” Oslo said. “No one will know.”
“I think she pulled down her tights herself,” Janet said. “She’d been drinking, probably had to pee. There was some urine on her clothes. Tree bark on her peacoat, like she was leaning against the tree for balance. Granted, it’s been raining, some things wash away, but there was no sign of sexual trauma or sexual activity, and there was only dirt under her nails. All her injuries appear to have been caused by the fall. That’s what it looks like. Logan thinks so too. He prefers having all the data before he shares information.”
“No signs of a struggle?” Oslo said.
“Not with man,” Janet said. “Nature, yes.”
* * *
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“Don’t ever talk to the police without an attorney present,” Griff said to Luna as he drove her back to campus. “You should know better.”
“That’s why I left a message and told you where I was,” Luna said. “If they were trying to stitch me up, I would have been there for hours.”
“Stitch you up. Did you learn that in the clink?”
“I don’t know. A movie?” Luna said.
“I don’t want to have to keep saying this. Do. Not. Speak. To. The. Police. Without. A. Lawyer. Present. Got it?”
“Okay. But I think Detective Oslo believed me,” Luna said.
“Doesn’t matter. Don’t do it.”
“Let me break it down for you,” Luna said. “What happened when I was a kid was that I lied, not that I didn’t have good counsel. I don’t lie anymore. At least, not about important things.”
Griff made a right turn onto the road that led to the main campus.
“Left up ahead,” Luna said. “This is a shortcut to the parking lot.”
Griff guided his Prius onto a gravel road.
“I didn’t kill her,” Luna whispered. “In case you were wondering.”
“For fuck’s sake, Luna. I know that.”
Griff didn’t say anything else until he’d found a space in the four-level parking garage. Griff cut the engine. The car was already so quiet, you could barely tell.
“You’re going to have to forgive yourself one day,” Griff said.
Luna disagreed. She believed that she had to think about it. Every. Single. Day. Luna believed that part of her penance was never letting her guilt subside. And trying, whenever possible, to compensate for her sins. Her past, her secrets, had transferred to Owen like a virus. For the rest of his life he’d have some variation of her condition. She didn’t know it that morning, when Owen was taken in. Or later, when she was talking to Detective Oslo. It became unmistakably clear ten minutes later, when she and Griff walked into Owen’s dorm.
Murderer, painted red, fresh, and fragrant on his door. There was other graffiti in black, green, and purple Sharpie. Killer, monster, evil, and redrum, just because.