Captain Daniels, who had been speaking with a man in a black jacket bearing the letters “CSU,” trampled over.
He was harder than she remembered.
Years ago at the hospital, Daniels had been curt, but he’d had at least a hint of compassion to him. That was long gone now.
“Press conference set up for half an hour from now back at PPD.” The captain deliberately avoided looking at her. “You really think Zeke has a partner?”
The question was directed at Vaughn, but Ivy took it upon herself to answer.
“He doesn’t know the math.”
Daniels had no choice but to address her now.
“Who does?”
Ivy hesitated. Then said, “I do. Dr.Moorehead does—did, I mean. Shit. Anyone else in the math department, I guess.”
Did—Jesus Christ, I can’t believe he’s dead.
Ivy stayed strong.
“What about another student? One of Zeke’s friends?”
Ivy thought back to that night at the bar. She didn’t recognize either of Zeke’s buddies from her stats class, but they hadn’t been the only ones there. Blake had been there, too. Blake, the handsome man in finance. Blake, who knew the obscure Penney’s game but had let her win anyway.
Blake, who had come to her rescue when Zeke had confronted her.
“Dr.Reeves?” Daniels prompted.
Ivy shook her head, dismissing thoughts of Blake.
“I don’t know everyone he hung out with. But if I had to guess? No, probably not.”
Daniels frowned.
“I need your statement,” he said to Ivy.
“I already told her, I—”
The captain interrupted Vaughn.
“Keep it short.”
“I said that, too.”
Daniels’s frown became a scowl as he turned his attention to Vaughn.
“I’ll do the interview with Darnell.”
“I’ll do it,” Vaughn countered.
“No, you won’t.”
Vaughn squirmed. Daniels appeared to be tempting the detective to argue, and he fought hard against the urge.
“It’s okay,” Ivy said. “I’ll be fine.”
Probably the wrong thing to say. They’d gone for one drink, and everyone was acting as if they’d been married for fifteen years. Daniels even went as far as to shake his head in disapproval.
