CHAPTER 1It was my first week as a greenhorn freshman at Cleveland State University when my Scientific German professor called my name out in class. Was there a Mr. Art Nagy in the room? Someone outside the door wanted to see me. A man wearing a suit and one of those new Afros said he was a detective from the Fairview Park Police Department, and he needed me to go with him down to the station, a matter of a few questions they had to ask about a certain neighborhood girl named Millie Weiler. I may want to take my books and stuff since there was a good chance I wouldn’t be back.
I was pretty rattled. My heart did its usual sickly somersaults before breaking into a full gallop. I tensed my muscles to keep everything in, to appear nonchalant, to pretend I didn’t give a rat’s ass.
So – I was
