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“She only introduced the guys with first names. It was just a casual thing and…” She shrugged.

      Summer clicked her pen and started writing, “So Barry, Charlie and Tyler. All students of the automotive repair program at the vocational college?”

      Amanda nodded.

      Nolan waved a hand toward the roommates. “Are you two students there, as well?”

      Maria snorted. “Like I have the money for tuition. I wait tables during the early-morning shift at the Bluebell Diner and clean offices at Lone Star Pharma at night.”

      Summer scribbled that information down, then looked to Amanda. “And you?”

      Maria gave a wry laugh. “Mandy’s got a rich daddy who pays her rent.”

      Amanda scowled at her friend. “He’s not rich. He’s just helping me out until I graduate.” Then to Summer, “I commute to UT in Austin two days a week. I’m in the early childhood education program. I want to teach kindergarten.”

      “How did you two meet Patrice?” Nolan asked.

      “High school. We all went to Whisperwood High together,” Amanda said. “I was in a lot of classes with Patrice. We hit it off, even though we were…kinda opposites.”

      Summer tipped her head. “Opposites how?”

      Amanda flipped over a hand and gave a small shrug. “I don’t do sports, and she and Maria were on the basketball team together. Then there was her whole love of cars and fixing engines. I totally don’t get that. But she was super sweet and had a good sense of humor. We bonded because we’d both lost our moms.”

      Summer was making notes again when Nolan asked, “Did Patrice have any enemies? An ex-boyfriend who was bothering her? A rival she’d upset? Anything like that?”

      Maria shook her head. “No. Like Mandy said, Patrice was really nice to everyone. Everyone liked her.”

      “So she hadn’t mentioned any angry responses to posts on Facebook or arguments in class? Maybe one of the guys harassing her?”

      Maria and Amanda both shook their heads.

      “Patrice was a private person. She didn’t share a lot with us about her private life, but I think she’d have mentioned something like that, and she didn’t.” Amanda divided a look between them. “She wasn’t on Facebook. She had a Snapchat account and Instagram.”

      “Twitter, too, but she said she never checked it,” Maria added. “We told all this to the cops already.”

      Summer smiled patiently. “I understand, but we may go a different path on this investigation than the police. So your cooperation is appreciated.”

      “No ex-boyfriend,” Amanda said. “The guys from her classes considered her a buddy, which is what she preferred, I think. Early on, I think she had a thing for Barry, but he seemed oblivious to her feelings for him.”

      “What about her family, her father and brother? What kind of relationship did she have with them?” Nolan asked, and Summer cut a startled look to him.

      Summer tried to school her face. While she was in the middle of an interview, it wouldn’t do to give away any of her personal feelings about the case, anything that could slant the interviewee’s answers. But dang it, what was Nolan doing? Patrice’s family was her client! Why would they hire her if they were involved in her death?

      Summer bit back her discontent and fought to hide her irritation with Nolan as Amanda and Maria exchanged a look.

      “Like I said, her mom died while we were in high school,” Amanda said. “It’s one of the reasons she and I became friends. When I heard about it, I found her in the lunchroom one day and told her I knew how she felt and if she wanted to talk ever, I was available.”

      Nolan nodded and offered a half smile. “That was kind of you. But what about her father? Her brother? Did she talk about them?”

      “Some. Nothing major.” Maria shifted her weight restlessly. “She’d eat Sunday lunch with them and watch the Cowboys game after church, and she’d check on her dad at some point during the week to cook for him, so he didn’t live off fast food.”

      “Did you ever pick up on any resentment in the family relationships?” Nolan persisted.

      Summer eased a hand to his thigh and pinched him. Hard. Nolan grimaced, so slightly she’d have missed it if she weren’t looking for a reaction to her silent message.

      Maria hesitated, clearly having seen the brief interplay between her interrogators, then said, “Normal family stuff. Nothing big. She said after her mom died that her dad became super strict and overprotective.”

      Amanda added, “Also, more recently her dad had been pestering her to get a job to help with bills, which bugged her, because in his next breath he’d be nagging her about making good grades and spending more time studying.”

      “Did she get a job?” Summer asked. No one had mentioned to her a place of employment for Patrice.

      “She applied at a couple places to appease her dad,” Amanda said. “But no. She wasn’t working when—” Her freckled face crumpled, and she didn’t finish the thought.

      “Did she say where she’d applied?” Summer asked. “Maybe someone saw Patrice as a threat to their own job?”

      “I think she filled out an application at the Pizza Barn. We joked about the employee discount being a great benefit for us.” Amanda flashed a sad smile. “She had a couple other interviews, but she wouldn’t say much about them. Only that she didn’t get the jobs.”

      “You could ask her dad about the interviews.” Maria cast a telling look to the clock. “He drove her to most of them.”

      Summer and Nolan stayed about ten more minutes, gathering more specific information about Patrice’s habits and hobbies (jogging with Maria, word puzzles and needlepoint, which her mother had taught her years ago), favorite hangouts (Bailey’s Bar and Grill with her friends from class and JoJo’s Java every Friday before class with Amanda) and other friends (Gail Schuster, another high school pal who was next on Summer’s list).

      When they returned to Summer’s car, Nolan gave her a querying look. “There a reason you chose to abuse my leg while we were in there?”

      She rolled her eyes and groaned. “You were hijacking the interview, asking questions about things that didn’t contribute to the investigation.”

      He frowned. “I’m sorry, but what questions did you think were irrelevant?”

      “The whole thing about her family. Did you miss where I told you they are the ones who hired me?”

      “So?”

      “So why would they hire me if they were involved in her death?”

      He scratched his temple, his brow furrowed. “Um, you do know that when a woman is killed, the most likely candidates are always the people closest to her, right? The husband or boyfriend. A parent…”

      She started the engine and shook her head. “I’m aware of that statistic, but in this case, the family doesn’t make sense. I looked in her father’s eyes and saw genuine grief.”

      “Sure it wasn’t guilt?”

      “Nolan!” She slapped a hand on the steering wheel. “This is my case! I told you I didn’t want you trying to take over.”

      When she reached for the gearshift to back out of the parking space, he covered her hand with his to stop her, then turned the key to shut off the engine.

      “Uh! What are you doing?” She gaped at him, trying to ignore the thrill that chased up her arm when he’d touched her hand.

      “I don’t want you driving while distracted. And I want to clear things up before we go any further with this

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