The small makeshift shrine inside a display case at the Parkhurst Music School held a smiling photo of Cailan with a copy of the press release announcing her Met regional award. Tall glass candles decorated with musical notes, crosses, and the Parkhurst logo stood like spires among red carnation bouquets and stuffed animals.
The case had a new addition since the last time Drayco was here, a photo of Shannon. Maybe she hadn’t been popular at the music school in life. But in death, they hadn’t forgotten her.
Sarg was meeting Drayco on campus in a couple of hours, before noon. This gave Drayco a chance to talk one-on-one with Cailan and Shannon’s fellow music students. Some were reluctant to open up at first. But when he approached it by “talking shop,” one musician to another, the walls fe
