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cell phone."
"She jogs with her phone?" Sara asked,
wondering why she was surprised. People could not go to the
bathroom anymore without taking their phones in
case they got bored.
Jeffrey said, "I want to try to talk to her
again after you examine the body. She was too upset
before. Maybe Brad will help calm her down."
"Did she know the victim?"
"Doesn't look like it," he said. "She was
probably just in the wrong place at the wrong
time."
Most witnesses suffered from this same sort of
bad luck, seeing something in a few moments that
stayed with them for the rest of their lives.
Fortunately, from what Sara could see of the body
in the center of the riverbed, the girl had gotten off
lightly.
"Here," Jeffrey said, taking Sara's arm as
they approached the bank. The land was hilly, with a
downward slope toward the river. A path had
been worn into the ground by rain falloff, but the
silt was porous and loose.
Sara judged that the bed was at least forty feet
wide at this spot, but Jeffrey would have someone
measure that later. The ground was parched beneath their
feet, and she could feel grit and clay working their
way into her tennis shoes as they kicked up dust
walking toward the body. Twelve years 17
ago they would have been up to their necks in water
by now.
Sara stopped halfway to the scene, looking up
at the bridge. The design was a simple
concrete beam with a low railing. A ledge jutted
out a couple of inches from the bottom, and between this and the
railing, someone had spray-painted in black letters
Die Nigger and a large swastika.
Sara got a sour taste in her mouth. She said
derisively, "Well, that's nice."
"Ain't it, though," Jeffrey replied, just as
disgusted as she was. "It's all over campus."
"When did it start?" Sara asked. The
graffiti looked faded, probably a couple of
weeks old.
"Who knows?" Jeffrey said. "The college
hasn't even acknowledged it."
"If they acknowledged it, they'd have to do something
about it," Sara pointed out, looking over her
shoulder for Tessa. "Do you know who's doing it?"
"Students," he said, giving the word a nasty