Part 5
Darrell Jones was sitting at his desk in the science lab. We knocked and he looked to the open doorway where Eames and I were standing.
"Lemme guess, you're the detectives for Sue's case?"
"Is it that obvious?" Eames asked.
Having nothing to say, he looked down at some papers.
"Come on in, detectives. I had a feeling you'd be in to see me sooner or later." He said, not even bothering to look up from his work. We walked up to his desk, and I couldn't help thinking of my days in high school science. Getting called up to front of the class for doing God-knows-what.
"Supposedly, you and Ms. Ervine were involved." Eames started.
"You could say that." He looked up at her, and smiled. It was obvious what Susan had seen in him was partially (if not wholly) sexual. He was a handsome man of 30, with blond hair and blue eyes. They must have looked like the all American couple, walking down the halls of Eastwood Academy arm in arm. He looked down at his papers again. Almost as if he was embarrassed to talk about her at all.
"Why didn't you come to talk to us on Friday?"
"I didn't want to make a scene. Most of the students didn't know that we were going out."
Eames looked at me. "Mr. Jones, a student here told us about the two of you?"
He looked up, again. "It had to have been Katie Nymer. She's the only one who knows. - Susan is-was- a really private person."
Eames looked at me. "The don't-mix-business-with-pleasure kind of private?" She asked him. I payed no attantion to whatever she was insinuating.
"You'd think that would be a funny rule for her to have, seeing as we started going out about the time she moved to the city. But that's how she was. She wouldn't even let me come have lunch with her most of the time. Strictly after hours relationship. But why bother when you had a good thing going, right?"
"Of course. Did she ever tell you if she had family?"
"She never told me, but her sister lives out here. Ellen Ervine. She's in med school at NYU."
"How'd you find out?" I couldn't resist asking.
"She came by one night when I was over at Susan's. All pissed off about something. One of Susan's friends had said somehing. Mellissa or Miranda or something. Ellen told Susan that the friend had said something, susan went all pale, and then gave Ellen cab fare. If I hadn't asked about it, Sue wouldn't have even told me who Ellen was."
"When did this happen?" Eames asked.
"Probably about three months ago."
End part 5
Darrell Jones was sitting at his desk in the science lab. We knocked and he looked to the open doorway where Eames and I were standing.
"Lemme guess, you're the detectives for Sue's case?"
"Is it that obvious?" Eames asked.
Having nothing to say, he looked down at some papers.
"Come on in, detectives. I had a feeling you'd be in to see me sooner or later." He said, not even bothering to look up from his work. We walked up to his desk, and I couldn't help thinking of my days in high school science. Getting called up to front of the class for doing God-knows-what.
"Supposedly, you and Ms. Ervine were involved." Eames started.
"You could say that." He looked up at her, and smiled. It was obvious what Susan had seen in him was partially (if not wholly) sexual. He was a handsome man of 30, with blond hair and blue eyes. They must have looked like the all American couple, walking down the halls of Eastwood Academy arm in arm. He looked down at his papers again. Almost as if he was embarrassed to talk about her at all.
"Why didn't you come to talk to us on Friday?"
"I didn't want to make a scene. Most of the students didn't know that we were going out."
Eames looked at me. "Mr. Jones, a student here told us about the two of you?"
He looked up, again. "It had to have been Katie Nymer. She's the only one who knows. - Susan is-was- a really private person."
Eames looked at me. "The don't-mix-business-with-pleasure kind of private?" She asked him. I payed no attantion to whatever she was insinuating.
"You'd think that would be a funny rule for her to have, seeing as we started going out about the time she moved to the city. But that's how she was. She wouldn't even let me come have lunch with her most of the time. Strictly after hours relationship. But why bother when you had a good thing going, right?"
"Of course. Did she ever tell you if she had family?"
"She never told me, but her sister lives out here. Ellen Ervine. She's in med school at NYU."
"How'd you find out?" I couldn't resist asking.
"She came by one night when I was over at Susan's. All pissed off about something. One of Susan's friends had said somehing. Mellissa or Miranda or something. Ellen told Susan that the friend had said something, susan went all pale, and then gave Ellen cab fare. If I hadn't asked about it, Sue wouldn't have even told me who Ellen was."
"When did this happen?" Eames asked.
"Probably about three months ago."
End part 5