“God, what a friggin’ dinosaur,” Ben muttered, turning to Drue when Zee was out of earshot. “How is he even still working as an investigator? He can’t even figure out how to download a file and attach it to an email. I’ve tried to show him, like, a hundred times.”

“At least he treats you like an adult,” Drue said. “To him, I’m still a five-year-old.”

“Hey,” Ben said, standing beside her cubicle. “It’s Friday and it’s beer-thirty. How about it?”

“No thanks,” Drue said, looking up. “I was out of the office all morning. I think I’ll hang here for a while and get caught up.”

“We’ll be at Taco Truck if you change your mind,” Ben said, as Jonah walked up and joined him.

It didn’t take long for the office to empty out. By six o’clock, she was alone.

Drue went into the break room, got a soft drink, then sat back down and stared again at the video of Jazmin Mayes’ last night of work at the Gulf Vista resort.

She watched it, reversed it and then watched it again, hoping in vain that something would jump out at her, some moment that would tell her what had gone so terribly wrong that night.

After another hour of watching, Drue stood, stretched and walked around the empty office. She noticed her colleagues’ workspaces. Ben’s desktop was clinically neat, devoid of everything but his computer. No photos, kitschy toys, not even a file folder. Out of idle curiosity, she tried the top desk drawer. It was locked, as were the other drawers.

Jonah’s desk, on the other hand, resembled a mini-landfill. A stack of empty plastic stadium cups with the orange and blue UF logo sat atop a dog-eared copy of Sports Illustrated. A cracked coffee mug held an array of pencils and pens, and a stapler in the shape of an alligator was being used as a paperweight on a stack of computer printouts and file folders. Pushed to the back of the desk was a framed photo of Jonah, posed on the beach between two adorable towheaded preschoolers in swimsuits. She picked up the photo and examined it with interest. Cute kids. She wondered whose they were. Jonah hadn’t bothered to lock his desk. The top drawer held a snarl of paper clips, rubber bands, Post-it notes, a half-empty bottle of aspirin and an astonishing number of tubes of lip balm. She counted eleven different brands and flavors before she lost interest and went back to her own desk and the Gulf Vista security video one last time.

Drue’s eyes were burning with fatigue as she reached the portion of the video at the 11:05 P.M. point.