“I’ll need to phone Detective Talbert,” Gregson said. “The nature of this crime suggests there will be others…”
“Others? Did you say, others?” Joel asked.
“Yes. Obviously, this was a crime of passion—and it was planned too. It is likely that our perpetrator has held a grudge for several years, and not just a grudge against Patrick.”
“Why not, only Patrick?” Megan asked.
“Because, a crime of passion can’t wait for a reunion—unless the reunion is significant. In this case, it is.”
“Do you mean to suggest that one of our graduating class plans to murder us all?” Stephen asked.
“It could be, but that might be too much killing to fit into one weekend. No—I suspect the killer wants to make a public display of their murders, and to do that, they’ll need to keep some of us alive.”
“You’re so nonchalant about it,” Joel complained.
“Oh—I’m sorry—it’s just my way. I’ve been doing this for a living. Murder is a grisly business, but after a while, it becomes a game.”
“Yes. The stakes are high enough—we’re playing for human lives.”
“No wonder no woman every married you,” Joel accused.
“We’ll need to set-up a perimeter around the body and schedule a time for questioning. I’ll call the medical examiner, so that we can get an autopsy done. Megan, would you drive ahead, and cancel the tournament? I want to question our graduating class. If I know Talbert, he won’t let any of us leave. We may be stuck here for a long time.”
“But this is only my first stop, on the way to the Great Wolf Lodge,” Joel complained. What am I going to say to my wife?”
“Tell her ‘No’. It’ll be good practice for you.”