“What I know,” she said, “is that you did something to Nicki. My best friend. I knew about your violence.”
“And hers? You must have known she was…”
“I knew what she liked.” She was uncomfortable saying that, her face going red. “I know she went to see you, to dump you in person. She thought you deserved that much, no Dear John letter or a phone call.”
“She never came to my apartment to tell me anything,” I said calmly. “She broke up with me on the phone. I told your dad this—hundreds of times.”
“I talked to her the night before. I didn’t hear from her again. No one did, not her folks, other friends. No one.”
“She took off with some guy.”
“Yeah, she said she met a new guy but she didn’t go anywhere with him.”
I felt a tinge of pain—so the other guy was true.
“My dad talked to that g
