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“Have you asked David for help? Maybe he knows something you don’t.”
“I’ve tried.” Cassie looked at her phone again, but there were no updates. “He still hasn’t responded.”
“I’m sure he will, when he can.” Laura craned her neck at the phone. “How’s Jason?”
“Fine.” Cassie couldn’t help the grin that spread over her face. “He was just telling me about work stuff.”
“I’m sure it was perfectly PG.” Laura rolled her eyes, then narrowed them. “Where did you go earlier?”
“Shopping.”
Laura pinched her arm. “Tell me.”
“Ow!” Cassie got up and checked the hallway, then shut the door. “I talked to one of the agents from the press conference. The young one. Viotto.”
Laura sat up. “Seriously? How’d that go?”
“I wouldn’t say it was productive, but it could’ve gone worse. We had lunch, then I told him I didn’t think Anthony Lewis killed Connor Grayson. I had a hunch he would agree with me.”
“A hunch?” Laura cocked her head to one side. “Was it a special hunch?”
“No, it was not a special hunch. The ghost of Connor Grayson did not whisper sweet nothings into my ear. Viotto looked frustrated on camera. I figured, at best, he didn’t think Lewis did it. At worst, he had doubts.”
“What’d you tell him?”
“That was the tricky part. I told him I didn’t think Lewis did it. Then he got called away, and I gave him my name and phone number. Told him to look me up.”
“I’m sure he enjoyed that one.”
“I think he did.” Cassie tried not to blush at the memory. Laura was already annoying enough, picking on her about Jason. “The FBI has me on record. He’ll find my file, see my history, and then hopefully reach out.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
Cassie hadn’t thought about that. “Let’s just say, I’ll have a much easier time solving the case with his help.”
“So, what now?”
Cassie opened the flaps on the box Laura had brought upstairs. “Nostalgia time. Maybe Sebastian will show up again.”
Laura looked around the room, as though she’d be able to see him if he were there. “You haven’t seen him since?”
“Nope. Best I can figure, he’s recovering. Or waiting.”
“That doesn’t sound ominous at all.”
“He’s not—”
“Dangerous. I know. Doesn’t mean I’m not a little freaked out.” Laura looked around the room again. “Sorry, Sebastian. If you’re there. And can, you know, hear me.”
Cassie bent over the box. “Sweet, old VHS tapes. Disney movies.”
Laura adopted a high-pitched tone. “Ariel was your favorite, right?”
Cassie rolled her eyes. The number of adults who’d asked them that as kids topped out at about a thousand. And it was only because they had red hair. “You know damn well it’s Meg from Hercules.”
Laura threw up her hands. “She’s not even a real Disney princess.”
Cassie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “According to Greek mythology, Megara was a Theban princess, so—technically—she’s a princess. Disney just doesn’t have the guts to acknowledge it.”
