Free All Night Long by Jayne Ann Krentz

one of her conquests but she ignored him,”
    Luke suggested. “Maybe he developed an unhealthy obsession with her. One of those ‘if I can’t have her, no one’s goin o have her’ situations.”
    She shivered a little. “If that was the case, why wait this long to kill her?”
    “How the hell should I know? This is your project, not mine. I’m just trying to show you that if you’re going to make up a list of potential killers, it could end up being a very long one.”
    “I’m not so sure about that,” she said quietly.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Everyone seems to think that Pamela summoned me to Dunsley to say good-bye.
    But there’s no reason to think that in the midst of a severe clinical depression she would have even remembered a girl she only knew well for one summer back in high school. I think she sent me that e-mail because she wanted to tell me something important about the past.”
    “About the deaths of your parents.”
    “Yes.”

    “All right, let’s take this logically.”
    She almost smiled at that. “Translated, that means you’re going to try to argue me out of my conclusion.”
    “Sure. But that’s because your conclusion is based on a shaky foundation. What would Pamela know about what happened to your parents? And if she did know something, why would she wait seventeen years to tell you?”
    “I don’t know the answers to those questions, but I can tell you one thing. Pamela Webb was the last person I saw that night before I … found Mom and Dad.”
    He glanced at her. “The last person?”
    “She called me up that afternoon and asked me if I wanted to hang out at her house for a while, get dinner at the cafe and then go to the movies. Mom said it was okay, provided I made my usual promise.”
    “What was that?”
    “The deal I had with my folks that summer was that if Pamela drank or did drugs while I was with her,
    I had to leave immediately and come straight home.”
    “But your parents didn’t refuse to let you spend time with her as long as you followed the rules.”
    “I think Mom felt sorry for Pamela because Ryland ignored her so much. For his part, Dad trusted me to call him to come get me if Pamela started drinking or doing drugs. But she never did either when I was with her.”
    “Never?”
    She shook her head. “Not once. For whatever reason, she really wanted me for a friend. She understood that I would never be allowed to spend time with her again if anything illegal went on. Dad was the chief of police, after all.”
    “Go on.”
    “We had dinner at the Ventana View Cafe and then we went to the movies.
    Afterward we got into her car. She was supposed to drive me straight back to my house. Dad had another rule, you see. I wasn’t allowed to go beyond the town limits with Pamela because she was a new driver who hadn’t had a lot of experience behind the wheel. But instead of taking me home, she suddenly turned onto Lakefront

    Road and headed toward Kirbyville.”
    “What did you do?”
    “At first I thought she was just teasing me. She knew Dad would never let me go anywhere with he gain if 1 violated the rule. When I realized she was serious, I pleaded with her to turn around, but she just laughed and kept driving. I got mad and threatened to jump out of the car. She drove faster. The got scared.”
    “Think she did some drugs without you knowing?”
    “I accused her of that. But she said she hadn’t used anything. She was driving too fast for me to bail out of the car, so I did the only thing I could do; I tightened my seat belt and prayed that she would tire o he game and turn around.”
    “Is that what happened?”
    “No. When we reached Kirbyville she had to slow down. I told her that I was going to get out and cal y folks to come get me. But she started to cry and then she apologized and told me that she woul ake me home. I was furious because she had ruined everything. By the time we got back to Dunsle e weren’t even