“Almost every day.”

I don’t know if that’s important or not, but it is something we can look into further.

“By the way, I reviewed her ReMarkable folders.”

“ReMarkable? The device you can take notes on and save on a cloud?” I still use notebooks, but I’d been considering buying one of those.

“Right. But you can also save articles on it. Like things you find on the web. She had a folder labeled Geese. It was filled with articles on cheating, parents cheating, why people cheat, that kind of thing.” Shiloh shrugs. “Thought it was worth mentioning.”

“Can you show me that folder?” She clicks around and opens the folder. “Can we see the date she saved these articles?”

All of the dates are clustered over about a two-month period of time, right before Cassandra died.

“Interesting.” Did Cassie divorce Jack because he cheated on her? But Cassie specifically said they grew apart. If he cheated, wouldn’t she tell me? Of course, this folder was created ages after the separation. Maybe it has to do with another friend’s parents. Or a school project.

“You’re a professor, right?”

“I am.”

“You know, this is all on the network. I don’t know why they have us load everything if no one checks it. Same thing with this stupid project system they installed. Only the peons follow it.”

I suppress a smile. “Let’s get back to those photos.”

Shiloh and I develop a system. She shows me a photo, and I tap the folder in her bottom corner of her screen if I deem it a businessperson. If it looks like a young friend, I’ll point to the friend folder. Although there aren’t many of those coming through the front door.

“Did you see any women?” I ask after the fourth middle-aged male visitor we place in the executive folder.

“No.”

All the names of the board of directors for Sullivan Arms had been masculine. He’s a weapons manufacturer. Perhaps it’s simply a male-dominated industry. Or maybe he’s not friendly enough with any female colleagues for them to stop by the house.

“Do you know how many kidnapping victims there are in the US each year? And runaways?” Shiloh’s focus is on the monitor as she plays video and halts for an identifiable screenshot.

“Depends on the data source, but most estimates are around five thousand kids go missing each year.” She smiles with approval at my answer.

“Yep. And forty-four hundred unidentified bodies found.”

“You are just a ray of sunshine, aren’t you? But, you know, those numbers don’t align. They find most of those of the missing kids, and most of the unidentified bodies are adults.”

“True. Do you know what percentage of abductions occur by strangers?”

“About point-one percent,” I answer, wondering why she’s asking these questions. “You’re good with facts, aren’t you?” She knows all the answers. She’s quizzing me.

“Useless facts queen. If we ever do a team trivia night, stick with me.” She smacks her lips. “Okay. That’s it. By the way, we reviewed the photos in order of frequency. Those first two men came by the most.”