"Sabrina was killed because she knew something about Landon's death," he said, deciding to make that connection clear.
"What did she know?" Drew asked, surprise in his gaze. "Because if it wasn't an accident, then that means someone got away with murder. And that's not right. If someone killed Landon, then they should pay for it."
"We're going to make sure that happens," he said.
"I can't imagine how Sabrina would know anything about that," Henry said. "She was in law school when Landon died. She wasn't part of our scene. Why do you believe she knew something?"
"Because she said she did," he replied, watching their reactions, but neither one gave anything away.
"To whom?" Henry asked.
"I can't say."
Henry frowned. "It doesn't make sense. If Sabrina knew something, she would have told me. We worked together. I saw her every day."
"Maybe she thought you were involved," he suggested, seeing a glint of anger enter Henry's eyes.
"Whoa," Drew said, putting up a hand. "What are you talking about? Henry didn't do anything. You two should leave. And maybe you should stop talking, Henry."
"It's fine," Henry said, his gaze already returning to calm. "I don't have anything to hide. I liked Landon. I had no reason to kill him."
"Why did you like him?" he asked.
"What do you mean, why?" Henry asked warily as if it were a trick question.
"Landon was a scholarship kid. He didn't come from money. He didn't understand your world. How did he fit in with your group of friends?"
"He fit in well," Drew said, answering for Henry. "Landon was smart and funny, and he could play video games better than anyone. We didn’t care that he didn't have money. The rest of us did. And he was one of us."
Drew's impassioned defense of Landon felt genuine, especially the mention of the video games. Haley had told him her brother was obsessed with video games.
"We're not as elitist as you seem to think," Henry added. "Maybe our fathers were, but we're a different generation. We don't judge everyone by their bank balance."
He didn't believe that for one second.
Drew straightened his shoulders. "I think the awards ceremony is about to start. I'm going to use the restroom. If you want to talk to me again, here's my card." Drew pulled out a business card and handed it to him. "I'm happy to help if I can. I felt so bad for Haley after Landon died. I knew she was pretty much alone in the world." He looked around. "I thought I heard she was here with you."
"She's around."
"I'll see if I can find her to say hello." Drew tipped his head, then walked away.
"I should go, too," Henry said.
"One second. What was that dig you gave to Kent?" Jason asked Henry. "About a woman named Megan?"
"His latest fling," Henry replied. "Kent is so smug and always acts like he's the smartest one in the room. I personally can't stand him or the way he treats Drew, always putting him down. I decided to let him know his indiscretions are not a secret." He paused. "I felt bad for beating Drew today, but it was more than a little satisfying to stop Kent from getting the trophy. Anyway, I suspect I will see you around, since you seem to keep showing up wherever I am."
As Henry strolled away in his usual cocky fashion, Jason said, "That wasn't worth much."
"It wasn't nothing. I'm starting to get a better idea of who the guys are. Henry likes to stir the pot and push the envelope. Drew is under the thumb of his overpowering father."
"What does that prove?"
"I don't know yet, but Henry has ambition and confidence. He wanted to make sure we didn't see fear in his eyes. He could be innocent or guilty as hell."
"And Drew?" Jason asked. "He gave you his card and acted like he didn't have anything to hide."
"He did. I'd like to speak to him again when he's not with Henry. He's one of the few people who has actually gone on record saying he spoke to Landon that night." He paused as Haley suddenly joined them, her face flushed with excitement.
