8. She had one more person to talk to, but it was more of a formality. She knocked on the third
roommate’s office door, labeled Kevin Bradbury. He let her in and showed her where to sit, across from
him at his desk. It was a nice office for a loan adjustor. There was a diploma from New York University,
a framed photo of him holding a heavyweight championship belt, and even a potted plant in one corner.
“I’m so upset about what happened. I wish I could have been there. I just keep telling myself that I could
have done something to stop it from happening.”
“Don’t beat yourself up.” She consoled him. “So you were at Times Square?”
He nodded, “It was wild, super crowded.”
“And then what time did you get home?”
“It wasn’t until the next day. I stayed at my sister’s place, which was closer than going all the way back
“Do you have any other information that could help us?”
He ran his hand through his red beard. “No. Well, I don’t know if it helps, but Cullen and Trevor were
arguing about money before the party started. Cullen borrowed some to cover bills, but he didn’t pay
him back by the end of the month like he promised. Trevor was pretty upset about it.”