Detective Sergeant Jessica Osborn grimaced as the phone rang. It was the station house dispatcher. So much for a Sunday off. There were perks to being one of the only two detectives on the Brindell, New York police force. Being constantly on call wasn’t one of them.
“We have a bad one...
<p>Detective Sergeant Jessica Osborn grimaced as the phone rang. It was the station house dispatcher. So much for a Sunday off. There were perks to being one of the only two detectives on the Brindell, New York police force. Being constantly on call wasn’t one of them.</p>
<p>“We have a bad one, Jess,” came the voice of the Police Chief.</p>
<p>“What’s up?” Osborn asked, surprised that the chief himself was calling.</p>
<p>“A homicide at the college. A girl, apparently strangled, discovered in the bed of DamonMacDonald. Delta Sigma Psi fraternity house.”</p>
<p>“Damon MacDonald,” Osborn repeated. “Sounds familiar.”</p>
<p>“You’ve probably seen him in the sports pages. Star running back. They beat Verson for the first time in years yesterday. Get over there. I’ll call Dan.”</p>
<p>Osborn, late thirties, over six feet tall and muscular, arrived just ahead of her partner, Detective Daniel Siverman. Siverman was two inches shorter than Osborn, ten years older, paunchy, and balding – but he was an experienced former NYPD detective.</p>
<p>The two were greeted by a uniformed officer who brought them to a lounge whereMacDonald was sitting. Osborn could see that MacDonald was hurting, probably from the numerous hits he had taken in the previous day’s game. In addition, he was bleary-eyed and obviously hung-over. “What can you tell us about the dead girl?”</p>
<p>“Not much,” MacDonald began, his voice whispery. “We partied last night. She was fine when we went to sleep. Somebody must have come into my room after I conked out and whacked her. He tried to pin it on me, but I swear, I didn’t do it.”</p>
<p>Osborn looked skeptically at MacDonald. “So you expected her to spend the night?”</p>
<p>“Well, ah, yeah.”</p>
<p>“I... I don’t know,” MacDonald stammered. “A lot of townies come to these parties hoping to pick up a frat guy.”</p>
<p>“Not to mention booze or coke or weed,” Siverman said.</p>
<p>MacDonald flushed before saying, “I didn’t know her. Why would I hurt her?”</p>
<p>Osborn held out a college ID. “This was found in your room. She was a Brindell College student. Are you sure we won’t find any connection to you?”</...