"Are you sure no one saw anything that night? The night of the party?"
"Not when it happened. Everyone had either left or was passed out drunk."
"And her injuries were from the fall? They confirmed that?"
"Her neck was snapped. They think it happened when she fell but they said it's possible someone did it."
"Did she have other injuries?"
"She was scraped up from falling on the rocks." He pauses. "Her wrist was scraped. Right where she wore that bracelet."
"You think he might've—"
"I don't know," he says, looking away.
"What time did Braden get home that night from the party?"
"I wasn't here when he got home. I stayed at the party."
"Who was here? Just Brock?"
"I think so."
"You don't know? Who else would've been here? Did Brock have a woman over?"
"No, but your dad was here that day. I don't know what time he left."
"My dad washere? At the house?"
"He came to get money. Couldn't pay his rent."
"How long was he here?"
"Maybe a few hours? I saw him after school and when I got home the next morning, he was gone."
"Did you ask Brock what time my dad left?"
"No. Why does it matter? He was here, not at the party."
I glance down at Brock's office. "Come to my room."
"Why?"
"I want to talk without your dad hearing us."
Trystan follows me to my room and I close the door.
"What if my dad knows what happened that night but is afraid to tell anyone? Or was sworn to secrecy?"
"How would your dad know what happened?"
"Maybe he overheard Braden telling Brock."
"It wouldn't matter. I already know what happened. Braden got in a fight with her, he left, and she fell off the railing."
"You're sure Braden was home when Andrea died?"
"Yeah. Dad saw him come in the door. He talked to him. Asked him why I stayed behind."
