“No way. You can’t get that kind of money selling shit . . . uh, stuff. Most people get it for free at the parties. Besides, Angeline was more of a boozer than a pothead. Not that she binges that much. She’s like all of us here.” She wiped a tear away. “This is really upsetting.”

“I know it is. But we need as much information as you can give us. Could she have found a rich boyfriend?”

“If she did, I don’t know about it.”

“Fair enough. Julia, do you know if Angeline has been having problems with anyone?”

She shook her head no.

“Think about it. A guy? A girl? An RA or even a professor?”

“No stalkers if that’s what you mean.”

“Was there anyone specifically that she complained to you about?”

“She complained about people, sure. Mostly that everyone here was stupid. Angeline was an intellectual snob. She would have rather gone to Brown, but Littleton offered her close to a free ride.”

“So she felt a little out of place?”

“Not really. We had fun. I think at the beginning of the year, she came down with a major case of senioritis. She just kind of withdrew.”

“What’s her major?”

“Art history. Littleton specializes in the arts.”

“Was she doing a thesis?” McAdams asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Do you know the specific topic?”

“Yeah, actually I do. Asian export textile design in the eighteenth century and its influence on art nouveau. Why do you ask?”

Decker said nothing, but the two men exchanged glances. McAdams jammed his hands in his pockets and looked around. “I don’t see a lot of textbooks here.”

“Try her apartment. Like I said, she was almost never here anymore.”

“I know dorm life pretty well. I just graduated a few years ago. It’s hard to study in your room. Where did Angeline study before she got her own apartment?”

“You mean which library?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Rayfield is our big research library but it isn’t as big as Huntington.”

“Huntington is at Duxbury?”

“Yes.”

“Is that where she did her research?”

“Probably.”

There was a pause. Decker waited for Tyler to finish with his questions. It was good to see the kid finally take initiative. When he remained quiet, Decker said, “Do you know if Angeline does stained glass?”

Julia paused then shook her head. “Not that I know of.”

McAdams was playing with his smartphone. “Uh . . . it’s taught as an elective at Littleton.”

“I . . . don’t know every course at the school so . . . there you go.”

Decker let it ride. “Julia, I don’t have Angeline’s recent cell-phone records. But I do have an old phone bill. Can you help us identify the numbers on it?”

“I can give it a shot.”