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Garrett nodded enthusiastically. “Like an STD.”
She covered her mouth to hide her laughter. “Exactly, so I know he wouldn’t have given her drugs or driven her anywhere.”
The teen grinned. “Good deal. Good deal.”
“I hope you can help me prove that it wasn’t Will.”
“I’m down with that. But how?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know exactly. When did you last see him?”
“At the wrap party, but I talked to him on the phone a couple times since.”
Elizabeth sighed. She’d been hoping that someone would provide an alibi for Will. Even establishing his whereabouts earlier in the afternoon would help. But it appeared that he really had been home alone. Still, there were other ways Garrett might be of assistance.
“I’m trying to locate the guy who we think is actually responsible: George Wickham.”
Garrett started. “The dude who was on the set?”
“You know him?” George had only been an extra for a couple of scenes.
“Yeah, he, um, made himself known. He was skeevy. Kept offering me drugs. I think he figured a homeless kid would be into that shit, but I don’t appreciate being stereotyped, you know?”
“So you didn’t take him up on the offer?”
Garrett frowned. “Nah. I wouldn’t get mixed up in that crap. I’d get kicked outta the shelter for one thing.” His voice had gotten a little loud.
“I’m not accusing you of anything,” Elizabeth said, holding out her hands. “Honestly, I’m just searching for someone who c
an help us find him.”
Garrett scuffed his sneaker on the fraying carpet. “I wish I could.”
“Do you know anyone who might know where Wickham is?”
“Uh-uh. All the True Colors kids stayed away from him. He was trouble.” He squinted at Elizabeth. “So you think he gave your sister some pills and then took her for a joy ride?”
“Yeah, but we can’t prove it. She remembers hanging with Wickham, but she doesn’t remember anything from that day, and we can’t find him.”
Garrett crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the sofa. “So you think, what? Come to the homeless kid because he’ll know the drug dealers?”
Damn. Am I guilty of stereotyping Garrett?
The teen chuckled and pointed at her. “Man, you should see your face. It is way too easy to make you feel guilty. Of course, it makes sense to ask me. Everyone at the shelter knows someone who uses.”
Whew. “So you’re not offended?”
“Nah.” He laughed. “It’s way too easy to wind you up. Besides, I’d do anything to help Will. He’s been beyond awesome to me. I’ll ask around, see if anyone knows where Wickham might be holed up. Why do they think Mr. D. did it anyway?”
“This guy came forward and said he saw Will get out of Lydia’s car after the accident.”
“What’s the dude’s name?”
“Flip. Flip Markham.”
Garrett stiffened.
“Do you know him?”
