She hopped up, pulled on a robe, closed the bedroom door behind her, and hurried through the house. Chief Harper stood on the stoop. “What the hell is it with everybody, you can’t even answer your phone?” “I turned off my phone.” “What?” “The ring. I turned off the ring. So I wouldn’t be woken up in the middle of the night again.” “Even for a murder?” “You got one?” “I got two.” Cora’s mouth fell open. “Oh, my God! The old ladies?” “No. The guests.” “What guests?” “The ones who disappeared. They didn’t skip out, they just got killed.” “Where?” “Back of the high school. Where the kids go to make out. Couple of seniors found ’em. Probably scare ’em off sex for years.” “I wouldn’t count on it. Where were they? In their car?” Harper shook his head. “No. In the back of the abandoned school bus.” “Abandoned?” “Broken down; they haven’t managed to tow it away. Kids go in there to neck.” “How do you know that?”
