Melanie waited as Trevor blew his nose and wiped his eyes some more.
“What kind of stuff did they want you to pay for? Like, drugs?” she asked.
“No. I mean yes, but not only. Just everything, you know? Whenever we went out. My parents are divorced, and my dad’s a dentist, which doesn’t rate shit on the Upper East Side. So I start saying no, because I really couldn’t afford it, and Whitney goes, ‘Oh, Trevor, I used to like you when you gave me money, but now you bore me,’” he said, adopting a high falsetto. “The fucking bitch, I’m glad she’s dead,” he added, wadding the Kleenex into a ball in his fist, though his tears were still flowing. Melanie fed him a few more from the box, until he got himself somewhat under control.
“We’re trying to figure out where they got the drugs that killed them, Trevor. Tell us anything you know. About Carmen Reyes, too,” she said.
“Carmen? The custodian’s daughter? What’s she got to do with it?” Trevor asked, sniffling, his eyes and nose still streaming.
“She was there last night when they did the drugs, and now she’s missing. We’re wondering if she’s involved somehow,” Melanie said.
“You’re messing with me!” He sat up straighter.
“No. Why?” she asked.
“Carmen’s this, like, uptight priss. They just use her to cheat on tests and shit because she’s a nerd, but they weren’t friends. If Whitney scored some hayron, she would never share it with Carmen. She didn’t owe Carmen favors like that, see? Carmen owed her, ’cause Carmen was a nobody and Whitney was the man.”
“So you didn’t know Carmen Reyes to be involved with drugs?”
“No way. That surprises me. But then again, I barely knew the girl. She wasn’t part of the scene, you know?”
“What about Brianna and drugs?” Melanie asked.
Trevor smiled fondly through wet eyes. “Aw, y’know, me and Bree’d smoke weed and shit. I mean, we been doing that since we were ten years old. But it was all pretty mellow. Get high, watch old movies, and order takeout from this Szechuan place on First Avenue. That was our thing.”
“Just marijuana? Brianna wasn’t doing any other drugs, as far as you knew?” Melanie asked.
“Once in a while, I’d get her to do a hit of X so, you know, maybe she’d blow me or something.” Trevor shrugged, blushing and looking down at the table.
“I thought you said you weren’t dating.”
“Oral sex isn’t dating. It’s just a way to pass the time.”
Melanie raised her eyebrows. Kids today. She was gonna lock Maya in her room until the chiquita turned twenty-one. Make that forty.
“Seriously,” Trevor said, noticing her reaction. “Holbrooke girls are pretty fast that way. They’ll blow the delivery guy instead of giving him a dollar for the tip, but since most of ’em don’t, like, actually fuck anybody, they pretend to be all virginal. It’s kinda bogus, when you think about it. You heard of rainbow parties?”
“No.”
“It’s where every girl wears a different-color lipstick, and they all suck off some, like, football player or-”
“Trevor, we really need to focus in on what you know about these three girls and heroin, okay?” Melanie said.
“Right. Okay.” He nodded, wiping his nose.
“Tell me what you know about Whitney’s relationship with Jay Esposito,” Melanie prompted.
“Like I said, Whitney was hooking up with him.”
“Hooking up. You mean sex?”
“Yeah. Now, Whitney was no virgin. And, like, recently she made a buncha trips to Puerto Rico with Expo. She started getting Brianna into it, too. I got weird vibes about what they were up to, but Brianna was holding back on the details.”
Dan shot her a glance, and Melanie instantly caught his meaning. Trips to Puerto Rico. Supposedly Esposito was moving heroin from Puerto Rico to New York. Could there be a connection?
“Whitney Seward went to Puerto Rico with Jay Esposito?” she repeated.
“Yeah. A few times. More than a few.”
“Did she tell you anything about the trips? Why they went, where they stayed, what they did there? Anything?”
“I mostly heard about it from Brianna. She was jealous because Whitney always had a great tan and a lot of money. See, money was a problem for all of us.”
“Well, Whitney was rich, right? I mean, did the money come from the trips, or was it just Whitney’s own money?” Melanie was careful to keep the excitement out of her voice. Sometimes, when witnesses were eager to cooperate, they’d say whatever they thought you wanted to hear. Best not to clue them in as to what that was, or you’d get unreliable information.
“Oh, Expo was giving Whitney money,” Trevor said definitively.
“How do you know?” Melanie asked, exchanging glances with Dan again.
“Brianna told me. She said every time Whitney went to Puerto Rico with Expo, she’d come back with, like, a lot of Benjamins and buy some amazing shit. Like, one time it was a Christian Dior bag with crystal charms on it, another time this kinda fetishy, like, Gucci dress. All stuff that cost thousands. And I saw it, really.”
“Brianna said Benjamins? Meaning cash?”
“Yes.”
“That was the exact term she used?”
“Yeah.”
“But isn’t it possible that Whitney was just spending her own money? That it didn’t have anything to do with Esposito?” Melanie asked.
“No. That stuff about the Sewards being so rich? Done! They’re burnt. The money’s gone-at least that’s what everybody says. It’s tied up in the apartment and the houses or something, and there’s not much else. That’s why Whitney was always hitting me up to pay for shit. Either that or she was really cheap, which I guess is possible.” He gave a harsh laugh, like a bark.
“Why would Esposito give Whitney such large amounts of money?” Melanie asked.
“Well, she was a hot blonde with a slammin’ bod, and Expo was definitely doin’ ’er.”
“You’re saying he was paying her for sex?” Melanie asked.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Trevor replied, shrugging.
“What else could it be?” Melanie asked.
“Well, okay, something weird happened this weekend,” Trevor said, kneading his eyes and sighing. “On Saturday I was supposed to hang with Brianna, right? But she texted me that morning and said she was on a plane to San Juan with Whitney.”
“She texted you from the plane?”
“Yeah. Both ways, going and coming.”
“It was just Brianna and Whitney? Did Esposito go also?”
“I think so. Because Brianna texted me Sunday, from the plane coming back. And she seemed scared.”
“Wait a minute, let me get this straight. Brianna, Whitney, and possibly Esposito traveled to San Juan on Saturday morning and returned Sunday at what time?”
“Really late. I think they missed school yesterday, actually.”
“I’ll pull the manifests of all possible flights and see if we can corroborate that,” Dan said.
“Do you happen to know which hotel they stayed in?” Melanie asked.
“Brianna said the El San Juan.”
“Okay. Now, explain to me what made you think Expo went with them,” she said.
“If you give me my phone, I can find the message.”
Melanie nodded to Dan. He pulled a small silver phone from an evidence envelope and handed it to Trevor. Trevor fiddled with the buttons and handed the phone to Melanie.
“Here,” Trevor said.
The message read: “Hey Tinks miss u DB is creeping me out with her fucked up shit her friend too you wouldn’t believe who’s here anyway she’s coming back to the seat in a minute if I ever see you again give me a brain transplant don’t let me do this again Friday for a fucking FB totally not worth it what was I thinking wanna smoke weed when I get home really really miss u luv bree.”