"I do remember that. You used to tell some crazy stories about them."
Rachel set the first aid kit on the coffee table. "I'll leave this here so you can change your bandage later." She gave me a thoughtful look. "I wonder if you should talk to the police about what happened."
"I did. A patrol officer stopped, and there were witnesses, so he got my name and their names and said he'd check to see if the speeding car was captured on cameras in the area."
"Good. I'm glad you made a report. Usually, there's so much traffic around here that speeding isn't an option."
"There was traffic tonight, too, but I guess the car didn't see the light or me."
"You're lucky. It could have been a lot worse. I hope this hasn't soured your Chicago return."
"I had a feeling coming back to Chicago was a risk. And I'm not talking about the traffic."
"Too many memories?"
"And they're all coming back."
"I saw your video. I can't quite believe you're investigating Paige's death after all these years. Have you found out anything yet?"
"Just getting started."
"How are you going to figure it out now without the help of the police?"
"I'm hoping to get that help. If I can generate enough public interest, maybe they'll take another look at the investigation. The former detective who worked on the case is retired, so it would be seen by someone with fresh eyes, which could be a good thing."
"Who are you planning to talk to, all our old college friends? Do you really believe someone we knew is a murderer?"
"I hope not. But I guess we'll find out."
"It would be crazy if someone killed Paige," she said, her eyes lit up with an odd kind of excitement.
"It would be terrible," I said pointedly.
Her expression shifted. "Of course, it would be terrible. Sorry, I guess I'm getting caught up in the drama of it all. And I'm not the only one. I'm on some text threads with old friends, and everyone is buzzing about you and Paige."
"Anyone have any information?"
"So far, just a lot of speculation. I can ask questions, if you want. Although, I'm sure you'll do your own interviews."
"I will. Alina compiled a list for me, and I have some of my own ideas as well. I'm not sure how many people are still here in Chicago."
"There's a fair number of people still here. Who's on the list?"
"Sloane Winters, Paige's roommate."
"She's here. It's actually Sloane Delano now. She married Garrett Delano. He's big in Chicago real estate. They live in a beautiful house in Glencoe, and she had a baby last year. She's doing well. My fiancé is friends with Garrett, so we've gotten together a few times."
"Is she still painting?"
"She is. But she hasn't had as much time since she had the baby." Rachel paused. "Who else do you want to talk to?"
"Nate Gardiner, Paige's boyfriend at the time."
"He's here, too. He's actually working with your aunt at the Cornerstone Theater."
"Seriously? He's an actor?"
"No. I think he does something in the ticket office. I ran into him at the Soho House a few weeks ago, and he told me he handles sales and ticket operations for a bunch of theaters and comedy clubs in the city. I'm surprised your aunt didn't tell you that."