“Makes sense,” I said.
“You’re not bullshitting me?”
“No. You’ve put together a logical scenario.”
He grinned. “I do that once in a while. Maybe I will write a screen-play.”
17
WONDERING IF Mindy Jacobus was also a psych major, I called Mary Lou at the department and asked her to look up Shawna’s roommate.
“That girl,” she said. “Lauren. I read about it— I’m so sorry, Dr. Delaware. That poor mother. What does this Mindy have to do with it?”
“Maybe nothing,” I said. “But you know how it is.”
“Sure—hold on.”
Several minutes later. “She’s not one of ours, so I called Letters and Science. She’s an econ major—or was. She didn’t reenroll this year. You don’t think she could also be . . .”
“No,” I said, feeling my heart jump. “Was any reason given for her dropping out?”
“I didn’t ask. If you can stay on, I’ll call over there again.”
“Sure.”
A longer wait, then: “Nothing ominous, Dr. Delaware. Thank God. She got married, changed her name to Grieg, but the files didn’t get put together. So we saved her some red tape. She’s only enrolled in one business class this quarter, has a job at the Med Center in public relations.”
I thanked her and hung up. Even if I reached Mindy Jacobus Grieg, what would I say to her? Fess up about your missing roommate’s secrets?
No reason for her to respond with anything other than a call to Security.
There was another reason not to confront her. I was off my game. Mysurveillance of Benjamin Dugger had turned out to be an amateurish fumble. Milo’d been gracious enough not to point that out, and when Dugger had confronted me, he’d steered the conversation in another direction. But no sense adding to my list of gaffes. I’d check in with the pro, see what he thought about talking to Mindy. Later. At the end of his workday, when leads had either borne fruit or dead-ended.
No way to know how Milo would react to what I’d learned about Shawna’s posing for skin shots. He was reluctant to consider her as a factor in Lauren’s death, and all I really had to fuel my suspicion was a college newshound’s hunch. But as I sat there mulling, Adam Green’s intuition refused to fade.
Maybe because it fit my own premonitions. Shawna’s venture into the skin trade firmed the linkage between her and Lauren. So did the fact that both girls had studied psychology, talked about becoming doctors. Grown up deprived in the Daddy department—in Shawna’s case literal fatherlessness, in Lauren’s a cold, hostile relationship with Lyle Teague. I’d treated enough girls in similar situations to understand where that could lead: the search for the Perfect Father.
And who better than a seemingly gentle older man like Dugger—a man with a psychology doctorate, no less—to fill the void?
Shawna’s beauty pageant appearances would have put her in front of an appreciative crowd while still in her teens. Stripping and hooking and runway modeling had done the same for Lauren. I thought of her and Michelle, youth and agility and sexuality playing to a sea of middle-aged leers.
The following day Lauren had talked about the power.
During my attempt to treat Lauren—those few, pitiful hours—she’d been uncooperative, passive-aggressive, seductive. During her final visit sullenness had erupted into outright hostility. Yet Jane claimed she’d admired me, that I’d meant a lot to her and knowing me had fueled her career choice. And Andrew Salander had backed that up.
It was precisely the ambivalence you’d expect from a girl with a father like Lyle Teague. Could I have been smarter . . . Then I thought of something else: Jane Teague had also found solace with an older man. Perhaps Lauren hadn’t veered as far from maternal influence as she’d thought.
Lauren and older men . . . Gene Dalby had thought Lauren older. She dressed older. Playing for someone sophisticated? When Lauren had vented at me, I’d sat there and taken it. Because that was part of my job. And because my shame at being at the party still resonated. But another man—a man who’d contracted to lease Lauren’s body—might not have been so understanding if Lauren’s ambivalence had twisted into verbal abuse.