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already tracked down her address?”
He grinned. “That, and I may have asked her if I could stop by today after school to talk about something I’m working on.”
“Now I am impressed.” She smiled and sipped her coffee.
“Care to join me?”
It was Friday. Ryan was picking Vi up from school, and he would have her until the party on Sunday. So Allie was free. She hoped it didn’t show how boring her life was that she had no plans for the weekend.
She pretended to consider it. “Hmm. Yeah, I’d like that.”
And the pathetic part was, she really would.
Chapter Fourteen
Tiffany Sawyer Fulmer had done pretty well for herself. Her house was something right out of Better Homes and Gardens. Located in an affluent neighborhood, surrounded by equally picturesque homes, not a toy or errant weed was visible on any of the landscaped lawns.
When Tiffany opened the door, she was warm and effusive in her greeting and invited them in. Allie couldn’t help but feel guilty about the invasive questions they were about to ask.
From the pictures that graced her walls, Allie could see Tiffany was married, with what looked like, at least in some of the photos, three kids. She had an ageless quality about her. The photos could have been taken last week or ten years ago. Although Allie knew she had to be around Sam’s age, she looked a lot younger. Would she have been the type Mr. Williams would have risked his career to be with? Back in high school, Tiffany had been gorgeous—Allie had stayed up late to check out the dozens of pictures of her that filled their high school yearbook. The number of photos hadn’t surprised her, but the activities—aside from cheerleading—Tiffany had participated in was a surprise. Such as the yearbook staff and debate team. Which told her Tiffany wasn’t just a social climbing, superficial beauty like Meredith, but was someone of intelligence. If Mr. Williams had engaged in such a relationship, he at least had good taste.
Allie wasn’t sure if that made her feel any better.
Sam introduced Allie and described the committee she was working with.
“I’ve been hearing a lot about you, Sam. Glad to see you made a name for yourself. You always knew what you wanted.”
“You didn’t do so bad yourself.” He looked around the brightly lit room with appreciation.
“I can’t take all the credit. I’m an occupational therapist, but I’m only part time these days. My husband, Kevin, is an anesthesiologist up at University Hospital. By the way, Sam,” she added quietly. “I heard about your mother. How is she doing?”
What about his mother? Allie sat up and pinned her gaze on Sam, who pretended not to notice.
“She’s doing as well as can be expected. Thanks.”
He didn’t volunteer more, and after a careful glance at Allie, Tiffany didn’t pursue the conversation further. “So what was it you wanted to ask me about? If you’re looking for a donation, you could have just called.” She smiled.
Sam’s face grew serious. “Actually, Tiffany, I’m afraid it’s something of a more personal nature.”
“Oh?”
“I’m sure you’re aware they discovered Mr. Williams’s remains at the school recently?”
Tiffany nodded, but as far as Allie could tell, didn’t look overly distressed, only…sad. “Yeah. That’s so awful. Who’d have thought, huh?”
“Well, Allie is hoping to put together a short memorial video to honor him. Something to show during the centennial gala. It’s just that—” He shifted in his chair. “Some rather sensitive information has come to light, and before we passed it on to the police, we wanted to make sure it’s relevant.”
Tiffany nodded as though she understood, but her brow furrowed slightly. “It’s horrifying to think he could have been killed and left there all these years. Have you heard anything more? Do the police have any idea who did it?”
“Not that they’re telling us.” He cleared his throat. “And a few roadblocks have been thrown our way.” He briefly explained the details of the fire, the car vandalism, and the fact they had nothing left to put together for the video until Allie had started filming the interviews.
Tiffany nodded sympathetically. “I understand. I’m happy to help.”
“As I said, some things have come to light, and there was some mention of you. Tiff, there have been rumors. Rumors that the reason you left St. Andrew’s was because you were pregnant.”
She looked stunned. Then her eyes flooded with tears. “Where did you hear that?”
“Is it true?” he asked softly.
