Warren was dragging as he made his way up the stairs to the third floor on Saturday morning. It had been a week since that early morning call out that had resulted in the body of Ms. Tanalynn Snyder and they weren’t much closer to finding who’d killed her than when Detective Howard had called him in on Monday. The three of them, him, Howard and Cooley had talked to more people than he could remember, including Ms. Snyder’s roommate in the dorms, her boss at her work study position and all the frequent contacts in her phone, and no one knew anything about a boyfriend. The roommate said she’d been on several date’s recently, but she didn’t know with whom, she didn’t even know if they’d been with the same person, or how many there might have been, the only thing she had been sure of was that
