Greenwood’s smirk said she was on to something, but his words moved on in business mode. “Having seen the house, I think Hopewell’s theory is the strongest. Woman loved to run, crack-of-dawn type. A tired trucker on a twisty road could have seen her too late. Personally, I’m hoping she started some ecstasy-based spiritual bender and will show up tomorrow with a butterfly tattoo and a newfound love of life.”

Caitlin laughed. “You have a butterfly tattoo somewhere, Greenwood?”

He gave her a wink, the good kind, like in the movies. “Boy has to keep a couple of secrets.”

Caitlin started to say something about how sexy boys who kept their mouths shut were, but stopped when the image of a butterfly tattoo on Paige Lauffer’s ankle morphed into a hummingbird on Angela Chapman’s neck.

“What if Paige doesn’t wander in from the wild with flowers in her hair?”

Greenwood’s eyes went back to the road. “Her phone’s GPS data might show where she is. Meantime, our patrols will ask other runners and cyclists if they remember seeing her.”

He stopped for a red light. No cars waited at the intersection.

“You can go,” Caitlin said. “I won’t tell.”

He smiled. “Trying to corrupt me, Bergman?”

“We didn’t have many Boy Scouts in Los Angeles. I always wanted to see what happened when the neckerchief came off.”

His smile crept wider. “Might have to dig up an outfit.”

For a second, Caitlin couldn’t think of anything but unbuttoning Greenwood’s shirt. “Maybe you should.” The green light put her back to work. “So, no walking through cornfields tonight?”

“Not yet. Once we get geo tag info, we’ll move into the volunteer army phase.”

“Is that how it was with Chapman?”

He shook his head. “Poor kid. Imagine a whole campus ready to help.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

“Forty thousand Lakshmis armchair-quarterbacking our every move with their extensive Law and Order knowledge? They could have trampled Chapman with good intentions.”

“How do you do it better?”

“Reserves, cadets, call in other counties and ROTC—people who are used to command structure. Average citizens will rally around a cause for three days. That’s how much work the everyday employee can justify taking off. After that, the volunteer army dwindles to the family of the missing, and they’re fighting about whose fault it is.”

Caitlin recognized the buildings on the outside of campus. She pulled out her phone, sent a text message: Get your people together. Press conference tonight. “What about Doris Chapman’s army of amateur sleuths—the Chapman Chapter?”

“Can’t blame the woman for wanting to be involved, but helpful hands often help no one, and sometimes they drag down others.”

He stopped at a light near the arboretum. “Anyway, yesterday’s underage drunk and today’s missing woman might be all the crime Bloomington sees for a year.”