What the fuck?
I started for him, but the female officer stopped me. She said, “Actually, we’re here on another sort of business.” She turned until she was looking right at Corrigan. When he realized, he narrowed his eyes. She asked, “How well do you know Michael Reveritt?”
“Ritt?”
I shared a confused look with Corrigan, then saw a speculative expression cross over Bryce’s face.
Corrigan shrugged. “He’s my fraternity brother. Why?”
“We questioned some of your brothers today. They told us that you and Reveritt haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately.”
“Yeah. I mean, I’m not the president, but I’m one of their leaders. With Sheldon and what’s going on, I took courses online so I could be here with her. The two leaders graduated last year, and the guys who were supposed to step up, just aren’t, so it’s been Ritt and me. Why? What does this have to do with anything?”
She hesitated a moment, then her partner finished with my monitor and stood up. He nodded to her. “All right. Did your fraternity brother ever talk about Sheldon at all?”
Corrigan cast me another puzzled look.
He wasn’t alone. I had no clue.
He scratched behind his ear. “I mean . . . yeah. He was interested last year. He talked about her a lot, but Bryce came back from Europe and I think things stalled on his part. Sheldon was never interested in him. I know he hit on her, but I don’t think anything came out of it.”
He gestured to me. Everyone’s eyes trailed to me, and I shook my head. “No. Yes, Ritt’s a creeper. He always was, but nothing unusual to me. He was drinking a ton when we saw him before the party the other night—”
“Party.” The female detective straightened abruptly. Her hand fell from where it had been resting on her hip. She asked me, “You went to the party, too?”
“Yeah.” I pointed to Denton, Bryce, Corrigan, and Mena. “We were all there. We stopped at the frat house to get Corrigan, but Ritt was there. He was drinking a lot.” I turned to Corrigan. “I just assumed there was a house fight or something.”
Corrigan frowned. “There was a disagreement, but it didn’t have anything to do with Sheldon. Michael wanted to use some of the house’s funds for other things. I said no. I said the house needed to keep doing what we’re doing, hosting parties, charity events, stuff like that.”
“Other things? You mean like drugs?”
Corrigan grimaced. “Well.” He let out a deep breath. “I mean, he might’ve mentioned something about pot, but I think he was more thinking about anything to do with study enhancers.”
The detectives both lingered, staring at him, with speculative looks. It was obvious one of the drugs mentioned wasn’t marijuana. I didn’t want to know what else Ritt had been about, but I knew Corrigan would never allow that.
“Well.” The female sounded disappointed. “I wasn’t looking for information where we’d have to do surveillance. Your boy wasn’t at the house when you went there, was he? After whatever party all you went to last night?”
“Oh.” Corrigan visibly relaxed. “No, he wasn’t there. We have no idea where he went.”
“And we can answer that.” The officer’s tone was no-nonsense. “We have him. He was driving recklessly, and one of our squad cars picked him up. Your boy’s in the drunk tank, and then after that, he’ll be brought up on other charges. He didn’t come in willingly.” She skimmed a hard eye to me. “Nothing from you? You have nothing to add about this guy?”
I shook my head. “Like I said, he was a creeper, but that was it.”
“Well, this creeper had about fifty surveillance photos of you.”
Bryce reacted first. He stepped forward. “Wait. What?”
“No way.” Corrigan shook his head, but there was doubt there. I saw it, and when he glanced at me, it transferred to me.
Memories of Ritt were coming back to me, but there was nothing that stood out. He was odd at times, and he hit on me when he knew I wasn’t interested, but surveillance photos? I shrugged, looking at Corrigan and then Bryce. I didn’t remember anything that would’ve indicated something like this.
“Sheldon?” the female cop asked. “Are you thinking back to anything?”
“Yeah and no. This is a complete shock. I—what? Surveillance of me?”
She nodded, a grave expression on her face. “At your house.”
I sucked in my breath. My house?
“At your dad’s house.”
Oh my god.
“Here. The night you guys came here. He was down the street. He caught the whole thing on camera. There are others too, but basically he’s documented almost everything except what’s been going on within the walls.”
“This doesn’t make sense.”
“Guys like these usually don’t.” She sighed. “All right. I think we have what we need. If you guys think of anything else, let us know.” She lifted an eyebrow at Corrigan.
His jaw clenched. That was his only reaction.
She added, “I shouldn’t have to say this, but I’ve been warned it would be helpful if I did.” She took a breath. “So here goes: If there are any bruises on him because of you, you will only be helping his defense and not us. Do not lay a hand on that boy, if and when he’s released from our custody. Okay? I repeat, do not lay a hand on him. And besides, there are no pictures of Sheldon before Grace’s murder so right now we don’t think he had anything to do with it, but still.” She held a hand up, following her partner out the door. Then she added, “We’ll be having a chat with him once he’s awake and sober.”
Once the door closed, Corrigan stared at it. His arms were still crossed over his chest, and his shoulders were rigid, bunched forward.
I recognized that stance. It was when he was about to do something bad, something to get himself in trouble.
Bryce moved so he was standing beside him. Neither looked at the other, but I knew, I felt it in my gut, that they were thinking the same thing. Then Corrigan grunted, so softly so only the three of us heard him, “Well, fuck that. Once he’s out, we’re having our own chat.”
He looked up, and Bryce nodded.
Then they turned to me. I lifted my chin in a silent signal. I was in.
I started for him, but the female officer stopped me. She said, “Actually, we’re here on another sort of business.” She turned until she was looking right at Corrigan. When he realized, he narrowed his eyes. She asked, “How well do you know Michael Reveritt?”
“Ritt?”
I shared a confused look with Corrigan, then saw a speculative expression cross over Bryce’s face.
Corrigan shrugged. “He’s my fraternity brother. Why?”
“We questioned some of your brothers today. They told us that you and Reveritt haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately.”
“Yeah. I mean, I’m not the president, but I’m one of their leaders. With Sheldon and what’s going on, I took courses online so I could be here with her. The two leaders graduated last year, and the guys who were supposed to step up, just aren’t, so it’s been Ritt and me. Why? What does this have to do with anything?”
She hesitated a moment, then her partner finished with my monitor and stood up. He nodded to her. “All right. Did your fraternity brother ever talk about Sheldon at all?”
Corrigan cast me another puzzled look.
He wasn’t alone. I had no clue.
He scratched behind his ear. “I mean . . . yeah. He was interested last year. He talked about her a lot, but Bryce came back from Europe and I think things stalled on his part. Sheldon was never interested in him. I know he hit on her, but I don’t think anything came out of it.”
He gestured to me. Everyone’s eyes trailed to me, and I shook my head. “No. Yes, Ritt’s a creeper. He always was, but nothing unusual to me. He was drinking a ton when we saw him before the party the other night—”
“Party.” The female detective straightened abruptly. Her hand fell from where it had been resting on her hip. She asked me, “You went to the party, too?”
“Yeah.” I pointed to Denton, Bryce, Corrigan, and Mena. “We were all there. We stopped at the frat house to get Corrigan, but Ritt was there. He was drinking a lot.” I turned to Corrigan. “I just assumed there was a house fight or something.”
Corrigan frowned. “There was a disagreement, but it didn’t have anything to do with Sheldon. Michael wanted to use some of the house’s funds for other things. I said no. I said the house needed to keep doing what we’re doing, hosting parties, charity events, stuff like that.”
“Other things? You mean like drugs?”
Corrigan grimaced. “Well.” He let out a deep breath. “I mean, he might’ve mentioned something about pot, but I think he was more thinking about anything to do with study enhancers.”
The detectives both lingered, staring at him, with speculative looks. It was obvious one of the drugs mentioned wasn’t marijuana. I didn’t want to know what else Ritt had been about, but I knew Corrigan would never allow that.
“Well.” The female sounded disappointed. “I wasn’t looking for information where we’d have to do surveillance. Your boy wasn’t at the house when you went there, was he? After whatever party all you went to last night?”
“Oh.” Corrigan visibly relaxed. “No, he wasn’t there. We have no idea where he went.”
“And we can answer that.” The officer’s tone was no-nonsense. “We have him. He was driving recklessly, and one of our squad cars picked him up. Your boy’s in the drunk tank, and then after that, he’ll be brought up on other charges. He didn’t come in willingly.” She skimmed a hard eye to me. “Nothing from you? You have nothing to add about this guy?”
I shook my head. “Like I said, he was a creeper, but that was it.”
“Well, this creeper had about fifty surveillance photos of you.”
Bryce reacted first. He stepped forward. “Wait. What?”
“No way.” Corrigan shook his head, but there was doubt there. I saw it, and when he glanced at me, it transferred to me.
Memories of Ritt were coming back to me, but there was nothing that stood out. He was odd at times, and he hit on me when he knew I wasn’t interested, but surveillance photos? I shrugged, looking at Corrigan and then Bryce. I didn’t remember anything that would’ve indicated something like this.
“Sheldon?” the female cop asked. “Are you thinking back to anything?”
“Yeah and no. This is a complete shock. I—what? Surveillance of me?”
She nodded, a grave expression on her face. “At your house.”
I sucked in my breath. My house?
“At your dad’s house.”
Oh my god.
“Here. The night you guys came here. He was down the street. He caught the whole thing on camera. There are others too, but basically he’s documented almost everything except what’s been going on within the walls.”
“This doesn’t make sense.”
“Guys like these usually don’t.” She sighed. “All right. I think we have what we need. If you guys think of anything else, let us know.” She lifted an eyebrow at Corrigan.
His jaw clenched. That was his only reaction.
She added, “I shouldn’t have to say this, but I’ve been warned it would be helpful if I did.” She took a breath. “So here goes: If there are any bruises on him because of you, you will only be helping his defense and not us. Do not lay a hand on that boy, if and when he’s released from our custody. Okay? I repeat, do not lay a hand on him. And besides, there are no pictures of Sheldon before Grace’s murder so right now we don’t think he had anything to do with it, but still.” She held a hand up, following her partner out the door. Then she added, “We’ll be having a chat with him once he’s awake and sober.”
Once the door closed, Corrigan stared at it. His arms were still crossed over his chest, and his shoulders were rigid, bunched forward.
I recognized that stance. It was when he was about to do something bad, something to get himself in trouble.
Bryce moved so he was standing beside him. Neither looked at the other, but I knew, I felt it in my gut, that they were thinking the same thing. Then Corrigan grunted, so softly so only the three of us heard him, “Well, fuck that. Once he’s out, we’re having our own chat.”
He looked up, and Bryce nodded.
Then they turned to me. I lifted my chin in a silent signal. I was in.
