"Why'd they want to keep her cold?"

"They didn't want her to smell. Like if they had to take her somewhere. Then they said we'll do her here and use it anyway 'cause she thinks she's hot, now she's gonna get real cold. Then they laughed some more."

"How'd it go down?"

"They followed me back to my house and Selma and me got into Selma's car. They followed me and Selma to Fashion Square and bought us dresses and shoes and some jewelry from one of those carts. Then we went to Pizza Hut and ate. Then when it was starting to get dark, they followed us to Van Nuys and we cruised around and looked for a Mexican who needed money. We found a guy, he brought the ice to Selma's car."

"Then what?"

"That's it."

"Bri, if that was it, Elise Freeman would still be alive."

"Oh, that," she said. "They drove to her house."

"You did, too."

"We had the ice in Selma's car, they took it out with these gloves they had."

"Rubber gloves?"

"They said it was from the science class at school."

"Smart boys," said Milo.

"Not so smart they could take their own SAT."

"Good point, Bri."

"They do it at school, also," she said. "Cheat off smart kids, get the A's. Tris says it's preparing him for what he wants to do."

"Which is what?"

"Be president."

"Ah."

"He could do it, sir. He's hot, knows how to make good speeches."

"What about Q?"

"Q just wants to make money. He's gonna find some way to run like a charity so he looks like he likes poor people. Then he's gonna take the money."

"Okay… so now you're all at Elise's house-what time is it?"

"Dark," she said. "Tris calls her on the phone, he's like we're bringing all the money, also some Grey Goose-they took the Grey Goose from the hotel-we'll celebrate you getting the money and us going to Stamford."

"What'd Elise say?"

"Tris is like she's totally into it. He's like her voice is all drunk, already."

"Then what?"

"Then they go inside her house for… a long time."

"How long?"

"A long time, I dunno. Selma and me are getting bored. Then they come out laughing, say the bitch is definitely gonna be chill."

"How'd they actually kill her?"

She licked her lips. "Selma already told you."

"You need to tell me, Bri. For your sake."

"Okay… so here's what I'm gonna say: They're like we put Ox in the Grey Goose bottle, she got totally blasted, fell asleep, then they're like we put a towel over her nose and her mouth and she stopped breathing, she didn't even move, it was like going to sleep. Then they put ice in the bathtub, put her in it."

"So the ice was kind of a joke," said Milo. "For laughs."

"They're always laughing. Q called it a science project, said when he was little they did tricks in school with dry ice."

"Where were you and Selma when they were inside the house?"

"In Selma's car," she said. "We never went in, just like Selma told you."

"What were you doing in Selma's car?"

"Waiting. Getting bored. Okay, we smoked up a little. We were bored."

"Did it bother you?"

"What?"

"What Tris and Q were doing inside the house?"

"They told us later."

"You knew they were gonna kill her, Bri."

"Maybe they were kidding."

Milo smiled.

"Like I said, sir, I didn't know her."

Selma Arredondo sat with her arms folded across her flat chest. Exceptionally pretty girl even in station light, but hard-eyed and tight-mouthed and hostile. The sinew and bone and sharp angles of a carnivore that needs to consume its weight daily.

She said, "I'm not saying anything."

"Suit yourself, Selma." He headed for the door. "By the way, I've got a message from Bri: 'Homegirl, you're on your own.'"

Stab of fear. She covered with a smirk. "That's not Bri."

"How's this for a reality check, Selma: Tris and Q took you and Bri to Fashion Square before they killed Elise, bought you dresses, shoes, and jewelry. Then you got pizza at Pizza Hut, then you looked for a Mexican to buy ice. You knew what the ice was for and while it was happening, you and Bri smoke up in your-"

"Wait!" Black eyes flashed. "What do you want me to say?"

"The truth."

"Like what part of it?"

"All of it."

She stared. Smiled girlishly and tossed her hair. "Sure, why not?"

Milo said, "Let's talk about hats."

"Don't wear 'em."

"A baseball hat, Selma."

"Oh, that," she said. "That was Bri's idea. She said if it got left in the car, they could blame everything on the annoying kid."

"Because he was annoying."

"Yeah."

"You and Bri never met him."

"Nope."

"What did Tris and Q find so annoying about him?"

"Better than them at baseball."

"Both of them."

"Yup. It pissed them off."

"So why not frame him for a couple of murders."

"It sounded," she said, "like a real good idea."

CHAPTER 35

Deputy D.A. John Nguyen left the observation room smiling. "Why can't you do this all the time?"

"Do what?"

"Make my life easy. Okay, Xerox the murder book for me and I'll have phone subpoenas on everyone activated within two hours, same for broad-based warrants for both families' houses in Bel Air as well the little monsters' desks and lockers at Prep. I'll also suggest to the Feds that Wydette Senior's plane was used to transport dope across state borders to Arizona, they can smooth it with the Aspen police for search of the mountain home. Anything else on your wish list?"

"Sounds good, John." Milo phoned Moe Reed and told him to copy the file.

Nguyen said, "You should be able to execute those warrants by tomorrow a.m."

"There may be a time lag between authorization and execution."

"What? This from Mr. I-Want-It-Yesterday."

"It's complicated, John."

"Seemed to me those bimbos just made it simple."

"On the contrary, John."

Milo carried the taped confessions back to his office. Moe Reed was just leaving with the murder book. His free hand waved a message slip.

"I was just going to look for you, Loo. This came in while I was copying."

Milo scanned the note. "You took this personally?"

"Came in on your cell, Loo. I copied pretty much verbatim."

Reed's meticulous cursive read: I gave you SAT dates why didn't you do anything? Go after Tristram Wydette and Quinn Glover, everyone already knows.

Reed said, "Young male. I tried to keep him on the line but he cut the connection."

"'Everyone already knows.'"

"I took that to mean at the school, Loo. It's like those school shootings, right, Doc? Kids brag."

I nodded.

Milo said, "Nothing like being outside the goddamn loop. Okay, get the copy to John, you might still be able to catch him in the lot. Then stay on call."

Reed rotated his neck. "It's happening."

"Something is, Moses."