"Hmm, if I remember correctly, we used to hang out with her quite a few times." I replied.
My connection to Linda was deeper than that. We were high school sweethearts.
We dated through most of high school, eventually breaking up our senior year. I never wanted to end our relationship, but she did. It's hard when you are young.
"Yes, well, she's been murdered." Scott said.
There was a long pause while I tried to recover from the massive amount of shock I was experiencing. It was kind of like getting hit in the stomach with a bowling ball, only the wind hadn't been knocked out of me. I had not seen her in many years and yet I felt so sad as if we had kept touch since we graduated."What happened?" I asked almost in a whisper."I don't have time to go over the details. I'm faxing you my report on this caseas we speak. I'm also going to arrange a flight for you. I want you to help me."Scott said. The fax was just coming in.
"You want me to fly out there? What use would I be?" I asked.
"I'll explain when you get here, if the FBI will fit the bill. Sorry, I can't talk anymore. I hope to see you soon. Bye." Scott said then hung up."
