Free A Killer Among Us by Lynette Eason Page A

of every male student with those initials. Then we can try connecting her to any of them. The list can’t be that long.”
    The officer said, “The knife was open and there’s some blood on it.”
    â€œReally?” Kit frowned. “Hey Serena, any knife or cut marks on her besides her nose?”
    Serena shook her head. “Not that I can tell. She’s got some defensive wounds on her hands, but nothing that looks like it came from a knife.”
    â€œWonder who the knife belongs to?”
    Noah nodded. “We’ll get all the prints we can from it and see who they match up to. In the meantime, I think it’s time to go back to school.” They let the DA know their plans and headed out.
    Twenty minutes later, Noah pulled into the visitor spot in front of the registrar’s office. They needed a schedule of classes in order to start tracking down students who were friends of Bonnie and Walter. Walter’s family had said the young man didn’t talk much about school and didn’t come home often.
    Bonnie’s mother had been so distraught, she’d been able to give them nothing. The girl’s father had yet to be reached.
    Noah and Kit entered the building and gave twin sighs of relief at the blast of cool air. Noah smiled and approached the woman standing behind the barlike counter. Flashing his badge, he said, “Hello, ma’am.”
    Curiosity raised the woman’s gray brows and she smoothed a hand down her khaki slacks. “May I help you?”
    â€œI’m Detective Noah Lambert. This is my partner, Detective Kit Kenyon. I’m sure you’ve heard about the murder that happened Monday.”
    Sadness crossed her face. “Yes, I’ve heard. I’m Sandra Williams and I knew Walter, but just in passing. He seemed like such a nice boy.”
    Kit shifted beside him. “Do you know who any of his friends were?”
    â€œNo, not really. Like I said, I just barely knew him from when he would come in here for whatever reason. Very polite and well mannered.”
    â€œCould we get a printout of his schedule and one for Bonnie Gray?”
    A phone rang in the background and the woman glanced at it before jerking her startled gaze back to Noah. “Bonnie?”
    Noah and Kit exchanged glances. “Yes, why? Do you know her?”
    â€œYes. She helps out here in the registrar’s office sometimes.” She waved a hand. “Not that she needed the money, but she said she enjoyed the work.”
    â€œHey Sandra?” a male voice from an unseen location called. “You’ve got a phone call.”
    She nodded and turned to head in the direction of the voice. A minute later, a young man in his early twenties came to the counter. “I hope nothing bad has happened. Sandra said you needed a couple of schedules.”
    â€œPlease.”
    He nodded and sat down at the computer. Within seconds, the printer whirred.
    Kit held her hand out for the first one. Noah grabbed the second. They placed them side by side on the counter and scanned each one.
    â€œHuh. No classes together.”
    â€œNope, not this time around. Some of the same classes, just different professors.”
    Sandra Williams came back to the counter. “Is Bonnie dead too?” Tears filled her eyes. Kit hadn’t had to say a word. The woman read it on her face.
    â€œWe need to ask you a few questions, if that’s all right.”
    â€œSure.” A white tissue dabbed at the corner of a red-rimmed eye.
    â€œDo you know any of Bonnie’s friends? Who she hung out with? Did she mention anyone when she was working with you?”
    â€œShe . . . um . . . had a couple of sorority sisters she was pretty close to. Megan Lee and Chelsea Bennett. If anyone could tell you what you need to know, it would be one of them.”
    Noah glanced at the young man still standing behind the counter hanging on every word. No doubt the story