You mentioned she’s really into the green spaces on campus, right? Can u ask her about the statue in the alumni garden for me, please? Find out the guy’s name?
Watson:
That’s relevant how?
Me:
Might not be. But there are still a couple of names on the LL Isla was working on in the back of her yearbook. If he was a student in our parents’ class, maybe …??
It’s farfetched, what I’m asking.
Me:
I’m reaching. Sorry.
Watson:
Literally do not apologize. I’ll talk to Mom at dinner and text u after. x
I receive another text notification from Connor saying he’s downstairs waiting for me. I send him a quick response that I’ll be down in a minute before I pocket my phone. Checking my reflection one last time, I slick on some lip gloss and then slip on my shoes, going over what I just learned.
Percy Harrington put his foot down to a board member because he refused to see Connor suffer. I’m assuming that board member was William Pembroke. And while our headmaster obviously wanted to be sure history wouldn’t repeat itself, Mr. Pembroke seems to have been counting on it.
If Connor had advance warning about the break in his father’s case, who’s to say the Pembrokes haven’t known theother shoe was bound to drop eventually? What if William wanted to be sure the man responsible for exposing his crimes—Jonathan Wells—would suffer the unthinkable hurt of losing not one child … but two?
Even if breaking the law is a slippery slope, it’s a long way from embezzlement to murder.
Or … is it?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Connor is waiting for me outside his dorm building as I approach, and my skin warms at the way his gaze slowly sweeps over me. I’m wearing a simple, long-sleeved black dress with a row of tiny buttons at the bodice. I worried I might not be dressed up enough for this date, but from the appreciative gleam in Connor’s eyes, I think I chose well.
“Billie.” His voice is lower than normal. “You look … gorgeous.”
