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the anger in her voice went down a notch.
    “Why?” Max asked bluntly.
    She shrugged, still didn’t look Max in the eye.
    “Because of what happened with Scott?”
    “No.” Jess was being evasive.
    “What do you think happened?”
    “I don’t know.”
    Maybe not, but she knew something .
    “I have to go back to work.” Jess turned abruptly and headed back the way they’d come.
    Max followed. “Jess, I’m not leaving until I find the truth. Scott’s family deserves to know what happened. They deserve to bury a body, don’t you think?”
    Jess stopped walking. She stared straight ahead, not facing Max. “I wasn’t on the camping trip. I don’t know what happened. I just—”
    “What?”
    “I just don’t think what they said happened did. But if it didn’t, they’re not going to say anything about it now, so we’ll never know the truth.”
    She spoke fast, but Max understood. Jess thought her friends—her former friends—had lied.
    “Tell me what you think.”
    “I can’t. I mean, I don’t know what to think! Look, I really have to go.” She opened the door to the bookstore.
    “Where can I find them?” Max asked her.
    “Art and Carlos are on the top floor of Canyon Hall. Room four-twelve. Tom’s in the same dorm, but I don’t know his room.”
    Jess closed the door on her. Max decided to let her go—for now. She’d be back to push Jess after the guilt and suspicion had had time to do their job.
    Max almost smiled. She hadn’t even been here a day, and already her suspicions were proved right—meaning, she wasn’t the only one who thought what happened the weekend Scott disappeared was odd. Time to track down Scott’s so-called friends and dig for the truth.
    *   *   *
    No one, answered when Max knocked on room 412. She considered her options.
    She considered searching their room, but there were a lot of people going in and out. And if Cowan and Ibarra returned and found her inside, she might have a difficult time getting them to talk to her. Not to mention that being kicked off campus would make it harder to uncover the truth.
    She walked down the staircase and passed three girls who were chatting about a party in another dorm. They’d heard about it on Twitter.
    Max snapped her fingers. Social media. These were college kids; they made a career out of telling the world where they were and what they were doing.
    She leaned against a wall on the first floor, just inside the main entrance, and pulled out her phone. She opened her social media app and found Arthur Cowan’s social profiles through his affiliation with Cheyenne College. Once she found Cowan, she found Tom Keller through a common association. Arthur and his roommate, Carlos Ibarra, had privacy settings on their accounts, so she couldn’t see their status reports or pictures, but Tom posted publicly—apparently everything he did when he did it.
    Tom had been tweeting for the past hour from his English class about how bored he was, and it took Max only a few minutes to learn he was in Edwin C. Becker Hall. While walking across the campus, she pulled up his social media photos and found a recent likeness. She also found photos of Cowan and Ibarra and now could pick them out in a crowd.
    She asked a passing student what classroom Mr. Thurston taught in, and was directed to the second floor of Becker Hall.
    Max leaned against the wall outside Thurston’s class and thought about how to approach Keller. He seemed to have found his wild side in college. Numerous photos showed him visibly intoxicated at parties. Didn’t these kids know that everything they posted on the Internet was permanent? Max supposed a future employer might overlook a few drunken college parties, but Tom was going to have to grow up.
    She could use that.
    The English class was over at 12:10, so Max had a few minutes to dig into Keller. There wasn’t much more than what she’d found on his social media pages. He was interested in video games,