guess.
Speaking of love…
My cell phone chirps, and when I take it out of my pocket, I see that Jordan is calling me. Again. I hastily shove the phone back into the recesses of my coat.
Not quickly enough, though.
“He must really need to talk to you about something,” Cooper says mildly. “He left a message at home, too.”
“I know,” I say sheepishly. “I heard it.”
“I see.” Cooper looks amused about something…at least by the way the corners of his mouth curl up beneath the quarter inch of dark fuzz growing around them. “And you aren’t calling him back because…?”
“Whatever,” I say, annoyed. But not with Cooper. I’m annoyed with his brother, who refuses to realize that a breakup is just that: a breakup. You don’t keep on calling your ex, especially when you’re engaged to someone else, after you’ve broken up. I mean, it’s common courtesy.
I guess it doesn’t help that I keep sleeping with him. Jordan, I mean.
But seriously, it was just that one time on Cooper’s hallway runner, and in a moment of total weakness.
It’s not like it’s ever going to happen again.
I don’t think.
I guess you could also say I’m a little annoyed with myself.
“So did you know her?” Cooper asks, artfully changing the subject, most likely because he can tell it’s not one I’m relishing.
“Who? The dead girl?” I take a slug of Yoo-Hoo. “Yeah. Everyone did. She was popular. A cheerleader.”
Cooper looks shocked. “They have cheerleaders in college?”
“Sure,” I say. “New York College’s team made it to the finals last year.”
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“The finals of what?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “But they’re proud of it. Lindsay—that’s the dead girl—was especially proud of it. She was studying to be an accountant. But she had tons of school spirit. She—” I break off. Even Yoo-Hoo doesn’t help this time. “Cooper. Who woulddo something like that to someone? Andwhy ?”
“Well, what do you know about this girl?” he asks. “I mean, besides that she was a cheerleader studying to be an accountant?”
I think about it. “She was dating one of the basketball players,” I say, after a while. “In fact, I think he might be a suspect. Detective Canavan seems to think so, anyway. But he didn’t do it. Iknow he didn’t.
Mark’s a nice kid. He’d never kill anyone. And certainly not his girlfriend. And not thatway .”
“It’s theway that strikes me as…” Cooper shrugs beneath his anorak. “Well, the wordoverkill comes to mind. It’s almost as if the killer left her that way as a warning.”
“A warning to who?” I ask. “Jimmy the line cook?”
“Well, if we knew that,” Cooper says, “we’d have a good idea who did it, wouldn’t we? And why.
Canavan’s right to start with the boyfriend. He any good? As a ballplayer, I mean?”
I look at him blankly. “Coop. We’re Division Three. How good can he be?”
“But the Pansies have been playing a lot better since they got that new coach, this Andrews guy,”
Cooper says, with a slight smile…I guess at my sports ignorance. “They’ve even started broadcasting the games. Locally only, I know. But still. I take it tomorrow night’s game will be canceled, in light of all this?”
I snort. “Are you kidding? We’re playing the New Jersey East Devils at home. Don’t you know we’re eight-and-oh?”
Cooper’s smile broadens, but his voice is tinged with frost. “The head of one of the cheerleaders was found in her dorm cafeteria, but they aren’t canceling tomorrow night’s ball game?”
“Residence hall,” I correct him.
“Heather Wells?” A doctor has come out of the ER, holding a clipboard.
“Excuse me,” I say to Cooper, and hurry over to the ER doc, who informs me that Gavin is recovering nicely and that she’s releasing him. He’ll be out as soon as he’s signed the appropriate forms.
Speaking of love…
My cell phone chirps, and when I take it out of my pocket, I see that Jordan is calling me. Again. I hastily shove the phone back into the recesses of my coat.
Not quickly enough, though.
“He must really need to talk to you about something,” Cooper says mildly. “He left a message at home, too.”
“I know,” I say sheepishly. “I heard it.”
“I see.” Cooper looks amused about something…at least by the way the corners of his mouth curl up beneath the quarter inch of dark fuzz growing around them. “And you aren’t calling him back because…?”
“Whatever,” I say, annoyed. But not with Cooper. I’m annoyed with his brother, who refuses to realize that a breakup is just that: a breakup. You don’t keep on calling your ex, especially when you’re engaged to someone else, after you’ve broken up. I mean, it’s common courtesy.
I guess it doesn’t help that I keep sleeping with him. Jordan, I mean.
But seriously, it was just that one time on Cooper’s hallway runner, and in a moment of total weakness.
It’s not like it’s ever going to happen again.
I don’t think.
I guess you could also say I’m a little annoyed with myself.
“So did you know her?” Cooper asks, artfully changing the subject, most likely because he can tell it’s not one I’m relishing.
“Who? The dead girl?” I take a slug of Yoo-Hoo. “Yeah. Everyone did. She was popular. A cheerleader.”
Cooper looks shocked. “They have cheerleaders in college?”
“Sure,” I say. “New York College’s team made it to the finals last year.”
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“The finals of what?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “But they’re proud of it. Lindsay—that’s the dead girl—was especially proud of it. She was studying to be an accountant. But she had tons of school spirit. She—” I break off. Even Yoo-Hoo doesn’t help this time. “Cooper. Who woulddo something like that to someone? Andwhy ?”
“Well, what do you know about this girl?” he asks. “I mean, besides that she was a cheerleader studying to be an accountant?”
I think about it. “She was dating one of the basketball players,” I say, after a while. “In fact, I think he might be a suspect. Detective Canavan seems to think so, anyway. But he didn’t do it. Iknow he didn’t.
Mark’s a nice kid. He’d never kill anyone. And certainly not his girlfriend. And not thatway .”
“It’s theway that strikes me as…” Cooper shrugs beneath his anorak. “Well, the wordoverkill comes to mind. It’s almost as if the killer left her that way as a warning.”
“A warning to who?” I ask. “Jimmy the line cook?”
“Well, if we knew that,” Cooper says, “we’d have a good idea who did it, wouldn’t we? And why.
Canavan’s right to start with the boyfriend. He any good? As a ballplayer, I mean?”
I look at him blankly. “Coop. We’re Division Three. How good can he be?”
“But the Pansies have been playing a lot better since they got that new coach, this Andrews guy,”
Cooper says, with a slight smile…I guess at my sports ignorance. “They’ve even started broadcasting the games. Locally only, I know. But still. I take it tomorrow night’s game will be canceled, in light of all this?”
I snort. “Are you kidding? We’re playing the New Jersey East Devils at home. Don’t you know we’re eight-and-oh?”
Cooper’s smile broadens, but his voice is tinged with frost. “The head of one of the cheerleaders was found in her dorm cafeteria, but they aren’t canceling tomorrow night’s ball game?”
“Residence hall,” I correct him.
“Heather Wells?” A doctor has come out of the ER, holding a clipboard.
“Excuse me,” I say to Cooper, and hurry over to the ER doc, who informs me that Gavin is recovering nicely and that she’s releasing him. He’ll be out as soon as he’s signed the appropriate forms.
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