Conor tried the doorknob. It turned in his hand. He pushed the door open. Heath hadn’t even locked the door. The last roomie must be upstairs somewhere. Sticking his head inside, Conor listened. A shower was running on a higher floor.

He waivered. When would he get another shot at this? He’d have to be quick and hope the roomie liked long showers.

He made a quick sweep of the first floor but saw nothing obvious. Where would a guy like Heath keep his information? Conor’s gaze landed on two laptops lying on the desk. Bingo. Young guys were all about their electronic toys. The first one belonged to some guy named Sam. But the second was marked with the initials HLY. Nice. About time some luck went Conor’s way.

He opened the computer. It was already on and woke up from hibernation mode instantly. Unlike the old desktop in his office that Conor intended to replace as soon as he had time, Heath’s powerhouse laptop was smooth and silent. No chugging or locking up when Conor inspected the folders. He skimmed through the photos. Some tasteless pics of Heath and his friends partying. Didn’t these kids know not to take selfies while they were smoking pot? Drunken girls flashing their boobs Girls Gone Wild–style. Porn. Yeah. Heath was a classy guy.

Keeping one ear on the still-running shower, Conor started opening videos. More porn. Didn’t Heath actually do any schoolwork? Conor opened the fifth video, labeled RS1. Another naked girl. But this video looked different. Homemade. The girl wasn’t watching the camera. There was no canned dialogue. She didn’t seem to know she was being filmed, which pushed Heath to a whole different level of skeeve. Did Heath secretly videotape his sexual exploits?

Feeling like a voyeur, Conor placed the cursor to close the window. Then he froze. The picture sharpened. He’d seen that girl before. Was that Riki LaSanta? It sure looked like her photo on the flyer. Had she slept with Heath? Had Heath slept with Isa or Zoe? Possibilities whirled through Conor’s suspicious mind.

A naked man walked into the room, his back to the camera. He eased onto the bed with the girl. Conor blinked. That wasn’t Heath. Professor Xavier English’s profile came into focus. He stretched out on the bed next to the girl, and his eyes shifted to give the camera a quick glance. The professor knew the camera was there.

What. The. Fuck?

Why would Heath have videos of the professor with Riki LaSanta? How would he have gotten the vids?