moment, but she nodded as soon as she’d recovered enough to move. “Yes. Junior in my British lit class. Promising too, just like Sharon had been.”

“I were pretty sure, but wanted confirmation.” His voice softened. “I’m sorry, Denise.”

The fact that both the victims were in her classes was a heck of a coincidence. “You think it’s related to Sharon?”

Kevin shrugged. “We’re not sure yet. But we’ve got some promising leads to follow up on.”

Denise snorted as she poured coffee for both of them. “That’s what you cops always say, whether it’s true or not.” She turned just in time to see the hurt in his eyes. She handed him a mug, almost as a peace offering. “Sorry. That was uncalled for. It&rsq...

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