“I remember that dog.”
“Everybody does.”
She sipped her latte. “So what can I helpyouwith?” she said. “Like I said, I haven’t heard a word from Dylan.”
“Well, he’s actually been missing for the past couple of weeks.”
She frowned. “Really?”
“I was hired by his mother to try and find him.”
Teresa put her cup down. “Wow,” she said quietly. “Poor Lydia. She must be hurting.”
“She is,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” Teresa said. “I couldn’t have imagined saying this six months ago, but I really do hope he’s okay.”
“I hope so, too,” I said, thinking of Lydia. That pained smile.At least we know Dylan’s close by…
“So you met Dylan at Harvard,” I said.
“Yep.”
“I’m assuming that when you were there you had a similar circle of friends.”
“Well, mine was a little wider,” she said. “But more or less, yes.”
“I wanted to ask you about Dylan’s friend, Sky Farley.”
“Oh, Sky,” she said. “She was everybody’s friend.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, we all loved her,” she said. “What do you want to know?”
“I’m interested in her hobbies,” I said.
“She had a ton of hobbies,” she said. “That brilliant, restless mind of hers. I never quite got why she hung out with Dylan. I mean, don’t get me wrong.Ihung out with Dylan back then, but she was so far ahead of us in terms of intellect.”
“She was a science major, right?”
“Yeah, but she was also very creative,” Teresa said.
“How so?”
“I mean…Dylan kept talking about film school, right? But I always thought Sky would be the one to make it big in Hollywood.”
“As a sound designer?” I asked. “Or creating CGI?”
Teresa blinked at me. “No, as an actress,” she said. “She was in all the plays, and she was amazing. She could do everything from Shakespearean tragedies to sketch comedy—and she could burst into tears at the drop of a hat.”
My eyes widened.“Really?”
She sipped her latte. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, she works with Dylan at Gonzo now,” I said.
“Yeah, I’d heard that.”
