Triptych (Will Trent, #1)

by Karin Slaughter

“Michael’s neighbor was just fifteen.” Angie stopped. Hadn’t Gina Ormewood said she was fifteen when Michael met her? She asked, “When was the Gulf War? Ninety? Ninety-one?” Ken held up one finger. “How old do you think Michael is? He’s forty, right? They had some kind of party for him last year. I remember there were black balloons everywhere.” Ken nodded. Angie sucked at math. Will would have figured all of this in his head, but she needed something to write on. She found a scrap of paper in her purse and scribbled the numbers down with her eyeliner pencil, muttering, “Michael was born in sixty-six, minus two thousand six.” She checked the numbers, making sure she had it right. Slowly, she looked up at Ken. “Gina was fifteen when she met him. She said at first he was interested in her cousin, who was a year younger.” She held up the sheet for Ken to see. “He was twenty-five. What’s a twenty-five-year-old man doing with a fifteen-year-old girl?”