The Finishing School

“Get away from her! Now,” Melanie said, raising her gun. Mierda! The safety was still on. But Hogan didn’t know that.

“I don’t really see where you’re coming from with this,” Hogan said reasonably. “There must be some misunderstanding. Carmen uncovered a scheme by Patricia Andover to steal money from the school endowment fund. She reported it to me because I’m somebody she trusts, right, Carmen?” And he moved his arm jerkily behind the chair. It was Door Number Two, the gun, for sure.

“Right,” Carmen echoed hollowly.

“I only came here tonight to prevent a crime from occurring,” he said.

Hogan looked Melanie steadily in the eye. He was an attractive man, with his lean face, longish dark hair, and lanky frame, and he had the gift of gab. She definitely got how he’d been able to brainwash Whitney Seward. Hell, she was almost tempted to believe him herself. But then she looked into his gray eyes, and they were cold and lifeless as the ocean in winter.

She raised her gun higher so it pointed directly at his head. “I know you’re lying. You were there the night Whitney and Bria

“That’s not true. I don’t believe in judging others, but those girls had drug problems. They did it to themselves.” He was still standing there with a long-suffering expression on his face, ignoring the gun pointed at his head as if Melanie were some tiresome child. It was a good act, but she wasn’t buying it.

“I have witnesses! Charlotte Seward will testify you stole her Oxy-Contin. And the M.E. will say you mixed it into a nice little heroin cocktail and shot Whitney up between the toes.”

For the first time, anxiety flickered in Hogan’s eyes, and his smooth facade began to splinter. “That’s a crock of shit. Charlotte Seward is a junkie.”

Blood was oozing from the cut on Melanie’s hand, and she was well aware that the gun she struggled to hold steady wouldn’t fire if she pulled the trigger. Yet she couldn’t resist confronting this smug killer, who’d obviously bargained on being smarter than everyone else, on being too smart to get caught. Well, he’d bargained wrong.

“You can’t fool me, because I know too much about you, Bud,” Melanie said. Hogan flinched visibly at her use of that name. “That’s right! I know you recruited your students to mule for your pal Jay Esposito. How much did he pay you for that, huh? To ruin those girls’ lives? To kill Bria

In a flash, Hogan grabbed Carmen by the hair and yanked her to her feet, putting a gun to her head. The girl yelped in pain. In the same instant, Melanie lowered the Beretta and tried vainly to flip the safety with her blood-slicked fingers. Shit! She couldn’t manage. She raised her gun again instantly, praying Hogan hadn’t noticed. At this point, if he didn’t believe she could fire, he’d surely kill her. Then who would rescue Carmen?

“You’ve got it all figured out, huh, Melanie?” As he spoke, he jabbed his gun hard into Carmen’s head, and she began to whimper.

“Let her go!” Melanie commanded, brandishing the Beretta.

“Why would I do that? She knows too much about me. So do you, for that matter. The smartest thing I could do right now would be to kill you both and get out of this place.” He made a movement toward the door. Carmen’s knees buckled, and Hogan dragged her forward a few inches.

“You’d be foolish to kill us, Bud. That’s just two more bodies to your name that you’ll never get away with! The police know all about you.”

“Bullshit.”

“You don’t believe me? We know you went to Puerto Rico with Whitney and Bria

He looked surprised.

“I am right,” Melanie continued. “But you ran into a problem with Bria

Hogan was watching Melanie steadily, still holding a gun to Carmen’s head.

“Bria

“You can’t prove any of this.”

“The overdose plan got you thinking, though. You saw a way to keep Carmen under wraps until the gala while giving everyone a credible explanation for her absence. You’d make it look like Carmen supplied the drugs. You had access to some spare packets from Puerto Rico, and they were unusual, marked in Spanish. You planted some in Whitney’s bedroom and another in Carmen’s locker. People would draw the obvious conclusion when these unusual packets matched, assuming that Carmen had run away to escape the consequences of her crime. They had the extra added benefit of pointing the finger at Jay Esposito. In the meantime you’d gotten Whitney to lure Carmen up to her apartment, and you kidnapped her and held her until tonight.”

“You’ve been working very hard,” Hogan said.

“Naturally, things went wrong, as things often do. There was some unfortunate collateral damage. Deon Green-”

“You’re giving me credit for something Jay did. Jay was a strict disciplinarian when it came to rats.”

“Your use of the past tense is telling, Doctor. You know Esposito is dead, because you killed him. You tried to make it look like a suicide, but you made a critical mistake. You tracked Expo’s blood out into the alley. We took a perfect lift of the footprint. I’m betting it exactly matches the Nikes you’re wearing.”

Hogan looked startled but then recovered quickly. “Bravo, Melanie. I’m impressed. But let’s see if you can nail the extra-credit question. Why kill Jay?”

She thought for a moment. “It was personal. You wanted Whitney. But she wanted him.”

Hogan’s face went so livid that Melanie’s insides lurched. He looked like he wanted to rip her apart with his bare hands. She raised her useless gun to defend herself.

“You think you’re so fucking smart,” Hogan spit. “You don’t know the half of it. I got your boy! That’s right. Trevor Leonard, that fucking freak. I bashed his brains out with Jay’s golf club, so it would look like Jay did the murder. But nobody’s ever go

Trevor! A wave of nausea rushed through her. Just at that instant, Hogan lunged for Melanie, dragging Carmen with him, using her as a human shield. Melanie fumbled frantically at the Beretta’s safety, diving out of Hogan’s way. She hit the floor hard and grunted in pain, rolling back toward the desk, her brain intensely focused on her fingers’ work. The safety finally clicked, and she sat up, finger on the trigger. Hogan and Carmen were at the threshold, shards of glass crunching beneath their feet. If Melanie fired now, she risked killing the girl.