Graduating (Covenant College Book 5)

by Amanda M. Lee

  “Well, we’re questioning her right now,” Perkins said. “You can’t be present for that.”

  “You can’t question her without legal representation,” Aric argued.

  “Are you suddenly a lawyer?”

  “Are you going to let me see her or not?”

  “Not.”

  Aric pursed his lips together. I could practically feel the anger radiating off of him from twenty feet away. “Fine.” He reached into his pocket, pulling his phone out and punching in a few numbers while Perkins watched. After a second, he began to speak. “I need your help.”

  I tuned out the rest of the conversation. I knew Aric. If he was calling his father to cut through the red tape, he had to have a reason. In only took five minutes for Aric to get his way. Two minutes after making his call, Perkins’ phone dinged on his waist. If his sigh was any indication, he knew what was coming. Once he disconnected, he fixed Aric with a grim smile. “Well, sir, right this way.”

  Aric made a face, ducking under the police tape and rushing to my side. He pulled me in for a quick hug, running his hand down the side of my face as he searched my eyes for a clue. “Are you okay?”

  “Oh, I’m great,” I said. “I think I’m going to include this day on my Christmas card this year. Your kids made the honor roll? Well, I discovered a bunch of dead bodies and then got questioned by the police. Woo-hoo.”

  Aric tucked my head in under his chin. “You discovered … this?”

  “Yeah. Although, I’m not the one who called the cops,” I said. “Officer Obnoxious over there seems to think that’s suspicious.”

  “Why didn’t you call 911?”

  “It all happened so fast,” I said. “I was only here like twenty seconds when people started screaming.”

  “Ms. Lake,” Perkins said, joining us. “I have a few more questions.”

  “Just a second,” Aric protested.

  “Let’s just get it over with,” I said. “What do you want to know?”

  “You said that the first thing you noticed is that the bodies were arranged in the shape of a pentagram,” he said. “How did you recognize the shape?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “How do you recognize a triangle? A square? I just knew it was a pentagram. My old roommate used to wear one on a chain around her neck.”

  Perkins lifted an eyebrow. “Really? And would this be the same roommate who disappeared more than a year ago without a trace?”

  “Actually, it would be.”

  “Do you have any reason to believe that she could be responsible for this?”

  Not unless she’d found a way to come back from the dead. “No.”

  “That’s a stupid question,” Aric said. “One person couldn’t have done this.”

  “Are you a detective now?” Perkins challenged.

  “It happened in broad daylight on a college campus,” Aric said. “There are like ten bodies over there. Whoever did this had to be quick. That means that there were multiple people involved.”

  “You’ve given this some thought,” Perkins said. “Can I ask where you were this afternoon?”

  “I was at my family’s office over in Midland,” Aric said. “There were at least eight witnesses. Feel free to give them a call.”

  “Oh, I will.”

  “Great.”

  I shifted in Aric’s arms, keeping him close so I could absorb his warmth, and focused on Perkins. “Do you really think we did this? What would be our motive?”

  “Ms. Lake, I’m not jumping to any conclusions,” he said. “I wouldn’t be a very good detective if I ignored the fact that you’ve been tied to two deaths and two disappearances on this campus. Those are staggering numbers for a twenty-one-year-old girl.”

  “Two disappearances?”

  “Your roommate and a gentleman who went missing toward the end of your freshman year. His name escapes me right now,” Perkins said.

  “Zach,” Aric supplied. “You mean the guy who was killing people and burying them out behind the football field, right?”

  “That was never proven,” Perkins said. “He was a person of interest, but we never got to question him.”

  They’d never gotten to question Zach – who was also a sphinx – because Aric’s father had stepped in and made him disappear. I couldn’t really share that information, though. As far as the police knew, Zach had chased Paris and me into the woods and then disappeared. So, from their perspective, I had been involved in two disappearances.

  Crap.

  “I think we’re done here,” Aric said.

  “I think I still have questions,” Perkins said.

  Aric reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and digging around inside. A second later, he handed a business card over to Perkins. “You can contact Ms. Lake through her lawyer.”

  “Sheldon Leery? Her lawyer is Sheldon Leery? Wow. How did she manage to get the top criminal defense lawyer in the state?”

  “Just lucky, I guess,” Aric said, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him. “If you want to set up a time for further questions? Call Leery. I’m done with you, and so is she.”

  “Maybe she should speak for herself,” Perkins pressed.

  I opened my mouth to reply, but Aric’s warning look had me thinking better of it. “Yeah. If you want to talk to me, call Leery. I think that will be best for everyone.”

  Once we were away from Perkins and on the other side of the tape, Aric unleashed his fury. “This is not good,” he said. “I can’t believe you were the one to discover that … thing.”

  “That thing was made of people,” I said, my hands shaking.

  Aric sighed, pressing my hands between his. “I’m sorry. This is just unbelievable. It’s like horror and destruction just keeps finding you.”

  “It’s more like I keep finding it,” I said. “Something … something inside of me told me to go there.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I can’t explain it,” I said. “It was just a feeling. I followed it.”

  “You had a dangerous feeling and you followed it? Well, great.”

  “How can you be angry at me?”

  “I’m not angry with you,” Aric said, squeezing my hands tighter. “I’m worried. I’m worried about you. Don’t mistake worry for anger.”

  “Well, I’m worried, too,” I said. “This has to mean something, and whatever it is, it’s not good.”

  “Yeah, I figured that out on my own,” Aric said, pulling me closer so he could brush a kiss across my forehead. “You have to be careful. Promise me that.”

  “I promise.”

  “Don’t just say it,” Aric warned. “Mean it.”

  “I promise.”

  Aric kissed me, sinking into it for a second. “Let’s get out of here. I can’t deal with this.”

  “Let’s go to your place,” I suggested. “The last thing I want is to have to face the estrogen mafia tonight.”

  “We’ll pick up dinner on the way,” Aric said. “If we’re lucky, we won’t have to leave my apartment again until Monday morning. Things will be better then.”

  “Yeah. Three days is all it will take to make everyone forget that ten students were killed, mutilated, and then dumped on the library’s back lawn.”

  “You’re not funny.”

  “I’m a little funny.”

  “Come on, trouble,” Aric said. “I need to call my father when we get back. He’s going to have questions, too.”

  “Why do I think his questions are going to be worse than Detective Perkins’ were?”

  “Because you’re a smart cookie,” Aric said, leading me away. “You’d have to be to snag a great guy like me.”

  I knew he was purposely trying to lighten the mood, but I wasn’t sure it was possible. Every time things start going right in my life, Covenant College finds a way to make them very wrong again.

  December

  Sixteen

  Winter in Michigan is a tempestuous beast. It can come lat
e. It can come early. It can be light. It can be heavy. This winter looked to be a real bitch.

  The first blizzard of the year hit in early December, causing classes to be cancelled and rendering the whole of Covenant College impassable. Luckily for us, liquor stores delivered if you were willing to pay them enough.

  “Do you think we got enough?” Paris asked, eyeing the two boxes of liquor and beer dubiously. “What if we’re stuck here all weekend?”

  “There’s only seven of us,” I said, peering out the window. “No one else is coming, are they?”

  “Seth is stuck at home,” Paris said. “He says he can’t risk driving over here.”

  “The same with Kevin,” Kelsey said. “What about Aric?”

  I shrugged. “He was still over in Midland last time I checked,” I said. “He was adamant about driving back over here. I told him to stay in his office so he would be safer.”

  “And what did he say?”

  “He told me to stop being bossy.”

  “He’ll show up,” Paris said. “He won’t stay over there. I know him.”

  “As much as I want to see him, I’d feel better if he would stay there for the night,” I said. “He might be bored, and alone, but at least I know he’d be safe.”

  “Well, you can’t control him,” Kelsey said. “He’s going to do what he’s going to do.”

  “Let’s get this beer in the fridge,” I said.

  Once we were done, we mixed a few drinks and then joined everyone else back in the living room. This was the first time I could remember the seven of us being in the same room together since we’d moved in. Maybe Heather and Kate had a point about us being self-absorbed.

  “So, what should we do?” Tally asked. “Do you want to play euchre or something?”

  “Kelsey is incapable of playing euchre,” I replied.

  “It’s a stupid game,” she complained. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

  “Plus, only four of us can play euchre,” Kristy said. “Let’s do something everyone can enjoy.”

  “I’m not up for an orgy,” I deadpanned.

  Only Kelsey and Paris bothered to laugh. Wow. Tough room.

  “I know,” Kristy said. “Let’s play Truth or Dare.”

  I groaned inwardly. The last time I’d played Truth or Dare I’d been sixteen and at a slumber party.

  Tally clapped her hands excitedly. “That’s a great idea.”

  I glanced at Paris to see what she was thinking. She merely shrugged in response.

  “It’s a good way for everyone to get to know one another,” Heather agreed. “Let’s do it.”

  I sighed. There was no way out of this. “Let’s do it.”

  “TRUTH or dare?”

  It was Kate’s turn, and she’d (not surprisingly) singled me out. “Truth.”

  “Why did you and Aric break up?”

  “We had a fight about a lie he told,” I said. “He knew something that he should have told me and didn’t.”

  “What was the lie?”

  “That’s really not my secret to tell,” I said. “It was about someone else.”

  “Oh,” Kate said, her face falling. “I get it. It’s your turn.”

  I turned to Kelsey. “Truth or dare?”

  “Aren’t we just really playing Truth? No one is going to do a dare.”

  “Fine. How many guys have you slept with?”

  “Two. How many guys have you slept with?”

  “Two.”

  “Ah, Aric and Will,” Kelsey said. “I should have been able to figure that out on my own.”

  “Who have you slept with besides Kevin?”

  “Just the guy I went to senior prom with,” Kelsey said. “He was horrible. Three strokes and he was done.”

  “God, isn’t that the way it is with guys the first time?” Tally complained. “It’s like they have no control.”

  “I think that they literally don’t have control,” I said. “Control is something you have to learn.”

  “What about Will? Was your first time with him horrible?” Paris asked.

  “I can’t really remember it,” I said. “It was after a party.”

  “That’s probably a good thing,” Kelsey said. “People make a big deal about the first time being special, but the only thing special about it is how short it is.”

  I snorted. “This is true.”

  “No,” Kristy protested. “My first time was magical.”

  “Was it with a unicorn?” Paris asked, laughing at her own joke. Kristy had grown up on a farm on the west side of Michigan. In some ways she had been overprotected. In others, she was worldly.

  “It was with my high-school sweetheart,” Kristy said. “His name was Chris, and I thought I was in love with him.”

  “And?”

  “And we did it two more times and then he broke up with me,” Kristy admitted. “Still, that first time was great. What about you, Heather? How was your first time?”

  Heather shrugged. “Typical.”

  “Typical good or typical bad?”

  “Typical bad,” Heather admitted. “I didn’t even realize it had happened when he announced it was over. And, when I say he announced it, he screamed and smacked himself in the face. It was … jarring.”

  Everyone burst out laughing. “He smacked himself in the face? Why?” Paris was suddenly interested. This was the longest conversation she’d had with Heather since she found out she was sleeping with Mark.

  “I have no idea,” Heather said. “I thought all guys did it. Imagine my surprise when I found out that wasn’t the case. I even smacked the second guy I slept with in the face because I thought he was faking it.”

  “That is just … I don’t even know what to say to that,” I said.

  “Seth sounds like a choo-choo train,” Paris said. “Ugh, ugh, toot, toot.”

  Everyone laughed again.

  “What about Aric?” Kate asked, her interest evident.

  “He doesn’t do anything odd,” I said. “He’s pretty normal in that department.”

  “Oh, come on,” Kelsey protested, sipping from her drink. “I’ve seen him with his shirt off. He has to be gifted or something.”

  “He certainly thinks so,” I agreed.

  “What do you think?”

  “Oh, I’m not playing that game,” I said, wagging my finger. “You’ll tell him anything I tell you, and then he’ll be mad.”

  “I would never do that,” Kelsey said, faux hurt washing over her face. “I’m insulted.”

  “You like to mess with him,” I said. “Paris does, too. There’s no way you could just let it go.”

  “That’s simply not true.”

  “I don’t know,” Paris hedged. “I would probably feel the need to tease him.”

  “Just think,” I added. “Are you going to be able to look Seth in the face and not picture a train now?”

  Kelsey giggled. “No.”

  “See.”

  “Do you think you and Aric will get married?” Kate asked. She really was fixated on Aric.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “Marriage isn’t really on my radar right now. I’m still a semester away from graduating, and then there’s that whole finding-a-job thing.”

  “If he asked, would you say yes?” Kate pressed.

  “He won’t ask,” I said. “We have too much going on, and we’re definitely too young. I don’t think marriage is something people should even worry about when they’re our age.”

  “That’s all I can think about,” Kate said. “I dream of getting married. The white dress. White roses. Hundreds of people showing up on my day.”

  “You aren’t dreaming of a marriage,” Paris pointed out. “You’re dreaming of a wedding.”

  “What’s the difference?”

  “A whole heck of a lot,” Paris said. “A marriage is work. A wedding is a party.”

  “Don’t you want a day where you’re the center of attention?”

  “The cops have been park
ed outside of this house watching me for two straight weeks,” I said. “I think being the center of attention is highly overrated.”

  “I can’t believe they think you could manage to carry ten bodies onto campus by yourself without anyone noticing,” Tally said. “That’s just stupid.”

  “They don’t have any other suspects,” I said. “I’m all they’ve got.”

  “Still, it’s creepy, right?” Kate said. “It happened. Everyone knows it happened. And, yet, no one’s been arrested and there’s no new news on the subject. I just don’t understand how that happens.”

  “It’s because they cover things up here,” Heather said.

  “What?”

  “Haven’t you noticed? Big things happen and then everyone tries to pretend they didn’t happen,” Heather said. “There’s a huge cover-up machine here.”

  “What do you think they’re covering up?”

  “I don’t know,” Heather said. “Whatever it is, I think it’s evil.”

  I exchanged a look with Kelsey and Paris. “What kind of evil?”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe there’s a serial-killer class no one knows about.”

  “Ooh, that would be interesting,” Tally said.

  What the rest of us were thinking was: That would be creepy.

  The sound of footsteps pounding on the front porch caused us all to jump. When the door swung open, Aric was framed between the stark white snow on the outside and the haze of smoke and alcohol on the inside.

  “What are you doing here?” I was on my feet and walking toward him. “Are you crazy? You could have died.”

  Aric shut the door, accepting my hug, and then shrugging out of his coat. “Maybe I didn’t want to be separated from you. Isn’t that romantic?”

  “That’s sweet,” I said. “You’re still an idiot.”

  “Ah, I can feel the love,” Aric said, giving me a quick kiss. “What are you guys doing?”

  “We were playing Truth or Dare,” Paris said.

  “We were playing Truth,” Kelsey corrected. “I guess we can’t play now that you’re here.”

  “Why can’t you play with me? Aren’t boys allowed?”

  Paris pursed her lips. “Okay. It’s your turn then.”

  “Paris,” I warned.