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ticked-off. Anyone who could flip a switch that fast had anger close to the surface.
    They showed their IDs. “Steve Thomas?” Will asked. “Did you try to file a missing person’s report on Saturday?”
    “Not that anyone would listen to me. I knew something was wrong, but because she hadn’t been missing long enough, the cop said he couldn’t do anything.” He let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry. What happened? Are you sure it’s Angie?”
    “Do you have a few minutes to talk?” Will asked without answering Thomas’s questions.
    He looked like he was going to refuse, then gave a curt nod.
    Carina said, “Let’s go to the student union, Mr. Thomas. Unless you would prefer to talk downtown.”
    “Fine,” Thomas said through clenched teeth.
    After taking down Abby’s contact information, they let her go. Carina planned to talk to her again. Abby knew something.
    Now, however, they were faced with a suspect. The overwhelming majority of the time, when a woman was killed it was by her husband, boyfriend, or an ex.
    Will led them to a relatively quiet table on the far side of the student union, though with the lunch crowd coming in it was rapidly filling up.
    “What happened to Angie?” was Thomas’s first question.
    “We’re waiting for a positive identification of her body, but—”
    “So it might not be her!” He started to rise, but Will motioned for him to sit.
    “We’re certain it’s her,” said Will. “The rest is just a formality.”
    Thomas sank back into his chair, his military-straight posture caving. Was his hope that she was alive an act? He sounded genuine, but killers were liars. They could con anyone, often keeping their crimes from their loved ones. Lying to the police was second nature to criminals.
    “Where were you Friday night?”
    He tensed, sitting up straight. Grief, if that’s what it was, turned to hot anger. “I don’t fucking
believe
this. I’m the one who told you guys something was wrong!”
    Thomas was an explosive pendulum of emotions. Almost as soon as he finished his outburst, he took another deep breath and apologized.
    “I’m sorry, I just—I thought I was doing the right thing going to the police, but now you’re here talking to me rather than looking for whoever killed Angie.”
    “Mr. Thomas,” Carina said, “I can assure you that regardless of your actions on Saturday, we would have been talking to you eventually. You’re Angie’s ex-boyfriend and she filed a restraining order against you.”
    “That was—”
    Will interrupted. “Where were you Friday night?”
    “When?” Thomas asked through gritted teeth.
    “Let’s start at dinner and work from there.”
    “I had dinner with a friend at a Mexican restaurant downtown.”
    “Does your friend have a name?”
    “Yes.”
    “And?”
    “It doesn’t have anything to do with Angie’s disappearance.”
    “It would establish an alibi.”
    “I can’t believe this!” he repeated. “I didn’t have anything to do with what happened to Angie.”
    “Did you see Angie Friday night?”
    “I saw her at the Sand Shack when she got off work. Around ten. I offered to take her home. She declined. I left.”
    “You offered to take her home when she has a restraining order against you?” Carina looked at her notes. “According to the order, you are not allowed within a hundred yards of Angie unless you’re in class.”
    “You don’t understand.”
    “Enlighten us.”
    Thomas didn’t say anything for nearly a minute. Trying to think up a lie? Concoct an alibi? Carina sensed that something was off, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Angie and I broke up over two months ago. We parted friends—ask anyone. Ask Abby. But Angie—She started getting into the party scene. She started seeing this asshole Doug Masterson. I swear, Angie never took drugs until Doug gave her some coke. I confronted Angie, warned her, we got into an argument and, well, I said some things I shouldn’t have.