JONATHAN KELLERMAN. THE CLINIC

“Hi, I’m Casey Locking.” His voice was deep and liquid, relaxed, like that of an all-night DJ.

Milo identified himself.

Locking said, “I spoke to two other detectives right after it happened.”

Milo’s jaw twitched. Nothing about the interview in Paz and Fellows’s files.

“Have you learned anything, yet?” said Locking.

“Not yet.”

“She was a great teacher and a fantastic person.”

Seacrest sighed.

“Sorry, Professor,” said Locking.

“Your name rings a bell,” said Milo. “Got it. You sat on the conduct committee, right?”

Locking’s black eyebrows became tiny croquet wickets. “Yes, I did.”

Seacrest turned toward the conversation with sudden interest.

Locking touched a leather lapel and a crescent of white T-shirt became visible. “You’re not thinking the committee had something to do with . . . what happened?”

“You don’t think that’s possible?”

Locking rolled his fingers. “God, I never really considered that.”

“Why not?”

“It just didn’t seem—I guess to me all those guys seemed like cowards.”

“I’d say Professor Devane was killed in a cowardly manner.”

I tried to observe Seacrest without being obvious. Still looking at the floor, arms loose and limp.

“I guess so,” said Locking. “You’re the detective, but . . . did you know that the dean sent down a directive? Everything associated with the committee is confidential. So I can’t talk about it.”

“Things have changed,” said Milo.

“Yes, I guess they have. But that’s really all I have to say.” Locking picked up the box. “Good luck.”

Milo edged closer to him. Milo’s height and bulk often cause people to retreat. Locking didn’t.

“So you did research with Professor Devane?”

“She was my dissertation advisor. We did some work together.”

“Have you found a new advisor yet?”

“Not yet.”

“How many other students was she supervising?”

“Just me and one other.”

“What’s the other’s name?”

“Mary Ann Gonsalvez. She’s been in England for a year.” Locking turned to Seacrest. “The car’s fine, Professor Seacrest. Just needed an oil change and a new air filter. I left the keys upstairs.”

“Thank you, Casey.”

Locking walked to the door, freed one hand to open it while keeping the box up against his chest.

“Nice ring,” said Milo.

Locking stopped, gave a slow abdominal laugh. “Oh, that. Tacky, isn’t it? Someone gave it to me. I guess I should get rid of it.”

CHAPTER

6

Milo closed the door after him.

“Nice of him to get your car fixed, Professor.”

“A barter,” said Seacrest. “I searched for his data and he took care of the car. Is there anything else, Mr. Sturgis?”

“No, just checking to see if you’ve thought of anything. And I wanted to introduce you to Dr. Delaware. He’s our consulting psychologist.”

The soft eyes squinted. “Oh?”

“Given your wife’s background I thought Dr. Delaware might be able to help us.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s a good idea.”

“By the way, where’s the dog?”

“Pardon?”

“Your Rottweiler.”

“Hilde? I gave her away. She was Hope’s dog.”

“Not a dog person, yourself?”

Seacrest hadn’t stopped staring at me. “The truth is, I’m tired. Can’t seem to get my energy back. Can’t give Hilde the attention she deserves. And I don’t need yet another reminder of the way things used to be.”

“Who’d you give her to?”

“An organization called Rottweiler Rescue.”

“What kind of dog was Hilde?”

“Nice, a bit rambunctious.”

“Was she protective?”

“Seemed to be, though that’s not why Hope bought her. She wanted companionship. When she walked.”

Seacrest wiped his eyes.

“Did the two of you never walk together?” said Milo.

“No, I’m not one for exercise. Hope loved physical activity and Hilde was an active dog. Always had her eyes on Hope. That’s why it was terribly . . . ironic. Hilde not being there.” He scratched his beard. The eyes were wide, again. Very bright, as if backlit by hot, white metal.

“After Hope’s death, the dog was miserable,” he said. “I was depressed, not equipped.”

“Who took care of Hilde during Professor Devane’s book tour?”

“Oh, I did, but Hope never stayed away long. Two, three days on the road, back for two or three, then out again.”

“Did Hilde have a history of stomach problems?”

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