“No, but while I was talking to Ocean, Dermot called him. He was drunk and hard to understand.” Jocelyn's voice was low and hesitant.
Nana D moved closer to comfort the woman. “The downfall of many men, my friend.”
I could tell Jocelyn was hiding something from us. “Did you talk to Dermot?”
“No, just Ocean. It sounded like Dermot was driving somewhere.” Jocelyn confirmed that she'd hung up with her son and immediately left campus to track down her husband. Between her and Ocean, they'd visited all Dermot's usual haunts. No one had admitted to seeing him that afternoon. “I'm sorry. I should've called you Kellan, but I was worried about my husband.”
When Jocelyn excused herself to scrounge up some tissues, Nana D whispered, “You should leave, Kellan. Jocelyn is concealing something. She
