“I’m not sure what good that would do,” Young said. “She’s bound by doctor-patient confidentiality.”

“Agent Hill?” Sam said.

“We have a warrant,” he reminded Young.

“That covers therapy?”

“It covers everything. I am nothing if not thorough.”

Sam absolutely adored the pesky agent in that moment. He was proving to be the ideal partner in this mission. “Get the therapist. Now.”

As Young scurried off to get the therapist, Avery’s phone dinged.

He glanced at it and handed it to Sam. “Your sister.”

The message said, Hoda, of course. Was there any doubt?

Hearing that, Sam placed another call to the principal of Wilson High School, who actually answered this time. “Mr. Galbraith?”

“Yes,” he said, sounding rushed and frazzled. No doubt he was aware by now that several of his students had been murdered. “Who’s speaking?”

“Lieutenant Holland, MPD.”

After a long pause, he said, “I recognize your name.”

“I need some information about a student at your school who goes by the name ‘Hoda.’ Are you familiar with her?”

He let out a sound that might’ve been a grimace or a laugh. “You could say that. She’s that one student every principal has to deal with. Always in some sort of trouble, always denying her involvement, always blaming someone else.”

Sounds a lot like Brooke, Sam thought. “What’s her last name?”

“Danziger.”

“And where can we find her?”

“Tell me you don’t think she had something to do with what happened to those kids at the Springer house.”

“I’m looking into a separate matter at the moment,” Sam said.

“Oh, okay.” He sounded relieved, and Sam wanted to tell him the relief might be a bit premature. Galbraith gave her the Danzigers’ address, which Sam recorded in her notebook.

“We’re trying to track down the owner of the WilsonSeniors account on Facebook and Twitter. Would you have any idea who runs that?”

“I wish I did. We’ve been trying to figure that out ourselves as the owner or owners aren’t shy about voicing their displeasure with the administration. We have our suspicions, but we can’t prove anything. These kids are good at hiding out online.”

“Can you give me some names to look into?”

“You have to understand, Lieutenant. These are mostly good kids who feel omnipotent when hiding behind an anonymous handle. I’d hate to see their lives ruined over some harmless postings.”

“Have you looked at today’s harmless postings by any chance?”

“No, I haven’t. I’ve been doing errands with my wife all day. I came home after I got the call about what happened at the Springers’ home. Several of the dead are Wilson students. We’re heartbroken.”

“Take a look at what your harmless seniors have been up to today. I’ll wait.”