Decker smiled. “I was thinking out loud, but sure write it down. And write this down as well. Did her parents know she was living off-campus? Probably not. Why would they continue to pay the college for her room and board? And if she was mostly living off-campus, it might explain why Julia, her roommate, wasn’t worried when Angeline hadn’t shown up after the weekend.”

“It’s only Monday night,” McAdams said. “Maybe Angeline didn’t have class on Monday and she is a senior. Maybe she goes away for the weekends. Maybe she has a boo who goes with her.”

“By boo you mean boyfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“That brings us to another question. If Lance Terry is out of the picture, does she have a current boyfriend?”

“I still don’t know who the male voice is. Maybe he’s the new guy in town.”

“Could be. Mike, Kevin, and Ben are combing her apartment and the complex for any information they can dig up. But there still may be something in her dorm room that can help us out.” Decker held up a package. “Hence the gloves and evidence bags. Don’t touch anything without latex fingers.”

“Don’t you need a warrant or something to search the room?”

“First off, she’s dead and that changes everything. Second, the dorm is the school’s property. If I need it, someone can surely grant me permission in these circumstances.”

“Does the school even know about the homicide?”

“Mike has contacted the school. And the school should know it’s in its best interest to keep this very quiet.”

“Are we going to keep it quiet?”

“Depends on how cooperative Littleton is.”

“Are you going to threaten to expose this if they don’t cooperate?” A pause. “And if you do that, isn’t that the definition of blackmail?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Decker said. “Blackmail, besides being against the law, is a very loaded word.” He smiled to himself. “I prefer to think of it as . . . leverage.”