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THERETO; ANY OBJECT THAT COULD BE USED TO INFLICT BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA TO THE SKULL.
    Anna looked up, stunned. “What are you looking for? There was a car crash at the stadium. A one-car drunk-driving accident. What’s that got to do with Jody’s toilet?”
    Rob shrugged. “It’s too soon to tell.”
    “Can I get the affidavit?”
    The affidavit would have all the details explaining why the police thought there was probable cause to search Jody’s house, and it would tell Anna a lot about the investigation they’d conducted so far.
    “No,” Rob replied. “It’s sealed.”
    Anna had reached the end of the information he was obligated to give her, and now she wanted to strangle him. But the most effective attorneys weren’t the ones who berated cops, but befriended them.
    “Can I talk to you alone for a sec?” she asked, glancing at Cooper and the other officer.
    Rob seemed pleased. They walked to the end of the driveway, away from the crowd. Anna met his eyes and kept the anger out of her voice. “You obviously know your stuff, Rob, and you’re doing a thorough job. You don’t have to tell me anything else, and I don’t want to put you on the spot. But I would really appreciate if you could clue me in on what the police theory is.”
    Rob looked at her for a long moment, then grinned. “What made you come home anyhow, Anna? You miss me?”
    She forced herself to return his smile. But she couldn’t banter—not with this man, not while her sister’s house was being searched. So she went with the truth. “I missed Jody,” she said. “I haven’t been here for her much since I left for college. And I certainly haven’t been around for her enough the past few months. I can see that she’s really in trouble. I’m a prosecutor, Rob. I want to do the right thing here. What’s going on?”
    Rob ran his thumb across his brushy straw-colored mustache. “I’ll tell you something off the record. If you go to the press with it, though, I swear I’ll never tell you anything again.”
    “I won’t go to the press with it.”
    “The coroner says Coach Fowler didn’t die in the car crash. He was dead before the car hit the wall. The side of his skull was bashed in, and not from the windshield. From blunt force trauma that occurred before the accident.”
    Anna blew out a breath. She realized why the police were taking Jody’s pipes. They were looking for blood, evidence that Jody hadwashed up a crime scene. They thought she’d killed Coach Fowler in her home, then cleaned up afterward. That was ridiculous.
    “How is my tiny sister going to kill that big man? And drag his body to a car? And get the car to crash into a stadium?”
    “Your sister is just as smart as you,” Rob said. “If she put her mind to something, she’d get it done.”

7
    I hoped you would come home for the Homecoming dance, but you were off on some important college thing, a debate tournament or something. Mom took a hundred pictures of me wearing a frilly hot-pink dress. My date, Ben Ohebshalom, wore a not-quite-as-hot-pink cummerbund, which kind of clashed with my dress, but which Mom still thought was adorably thoughtful. I used concealer to try to cover up the scratches on my forehead, but it didn’t really work. On the bright side, Wendy’s fresh fingernail marks drew attention away from the old scar on my cheek. For once, there was something more dramatic for people to try not to stare at.
    Ben was a nice guy—cute, smart, and funny, but not too full of himself. He had those dreamy hazel eyes that made all the other girls go gaga for him. He liked me, and I knew it. But I didn’t feel the same way. Maybe it was because he was so nice and smart. I always did fall for the worst possible guy in any ten-mile radius, right? Or maybe it’s just impossible for a fifteen-year-old boy to compete with a fully grown man. I was already smitten with the big crush of my teenage life, and no cummerbund, however thoughtfully chosen, could