Names and places came back to Caitlin. “The big gym down by the train tracks?”

“Right,” Maverick continued. “Chapman does a cardio class, hits the showers.”

Caitlin tried to decipher the spreadsheet. “Who did she text?”

“First was a reply to a friend, Lakshmi Anjale, journalism student. Need me to spell it?”

Greenwood zoomed in on the first exchange. “Caitlin’s familiar.”

“Lucky you. As you can see, Anjale posts, Happy hour? Chapman replies with a thumbs-up emoji.”

Greenwood switched to an image of a pale young man Caitlin recognized from the wall in Doris Chapman’s basement, David Amireau, then pulled up the first line of a second text exchange comprised of only emojis.

Maverick pointed to a crescent moon, a beer bottle, a smiling monkey, and a white triangle. “Obviously these kids weren’t majoring in English. We’re interpreting this as ‘Come out for a beer tonight, and we’ll do cocaine.’ ”

Caitlin had to agree. “Did Chapman reply?”

Greenwood scrolled down to the text-only answer: F-balls yes.

Maverick moved on. “Anyway, a camera shows Chapman leaving the gym at twelve fifteen. She got to her class in the theater building at one. We assume she walked; it’s less than a mile.”

“What about emails or messaging?”

Greenwood sat back, arms folded. “We have her laptop and tablet. Both were synced to cloud services, so if she used the email from her phone—”

Caitlin knew the answer. “You’d at least have a record.”

“Exactly,” he said, “but no phone was found.”

Again, Maverick pushed forward. “Anyway, Chapman finishes class at three and meets intramural basketball friends at Bear’s Place around five. All girls, Chapman, Anjale, and two seniors—Dolores Garcia and Mary Pavlos.”

Caitlin checked the notes she’d made so far. “Not her roommate, Devon Miller?”

“Miller drove up to Purdue to visit her boyfriend, leaving our ladies knocking back cocktails courtesy of the upperclassmen and Chapman’s fake ID. Around eight, Anjale and Chapman go back to Anjale’s place to smoke pot and watch a movie. At ten, Chapman tells Lakshmi she’s going to hit the bars with Amireau and her regular hookup, Kieran Michelson. You have the image, Jerry?”

Greenwood brought up another face Caitlin knew from the Chapman basement of horror—the good-looking one.

Maverick gave a whistle. “There’s our handsome devil. Quarter to eleven, he and Amireau knock on the door. Lakshmi tries to keep Chapman in, says they’re too messed up, but Chapman heads out.”

“Why didn’t Lakshmi go along?”

Greenwood handled that one. “Claims she didn’t feel like going out. Too high.”

Maverick finished her coffee, tossed the cup in the trash can. “So the threesome heads to Kilroy’s Sports Bar, the home of late-night mistakes, and get there by eleven fifteen.”

“Were they walking?

“No, Amireau and Michelson were live-out frat boys. A pledge chauffeur dropped them off. A kid named Fodor, like the guide. They called him Frodo.”