“And who is that?” Murray asked.

“Hunter Finch,” she replied, without hesitation. “I met him there around midnight. When I arrived at the house, it was a mess. When I realized that the house didn’t belong to anyone there, I insisted that we leave.”

“Can you tell me what you saw there?” Murray asked.

June gave her father a sideways glance, and he nodded.

“There were a lot of kids there,” she said. “The kitchen looked like it was destroyed. The sink was clogged. I saw kids rip the cabinet doors off. They were launching bottle rockets outside. Like I said, once I saw what was going on, I insisted that we leave.”

“How did you get home?”

“My boyfriend drove me home to his house.” She glanced over at her father again. “We got there around one a.m. I slept on his sofa.”

“Who planned the party?” Murray asked.

June shrugged. “I have no idea,” she said. “But I do have a list of the kids that I recognized, in case that’s helpful.” She opened a folder on her lap and took out a typed list.

Murray took the list from her and looked it over. The first name on the list was Hunter Finch. She certainly hadn’t shied away from naming her boyfriend. Murray wondered what he’d done to deserve that. He scanned the rest of the list, recognizing the names of a few kids that he’d spoken to—Brendan Sullivan, Olivia Park, and some kids who had been ticketed on the road the night of the party. Neither of the O’Connor brothers were on the list.

“What about Will O’Connor?” Murray asked. “I heard he may have planned the party.”

“He’s not on my list,” June said.

“He wasn’t there?” Murray asked.

“I-I don’t know,” June said. “I’m not sure.”

“Bullshit,” Murray said, surprising them. He shoved the list back at June. Mr. Jeffries started to stand up, but Murray gave him a warning look. “This is a criminal investigation, not a final exam, Ms. Jeffries,” Murray said to June. “If you want to cooperate, we will take that into account. But we are looking at the possibility of half a million dollars in restitution payments that could be due to the victims here. So if you don’t want to see your college tuition money going to court fees, you’ll answer my questions. Was Will O’Connor at this party?”

“Watch your tone!” Mr. Jeffries said. “She said she doesn’t know.”

June was biting her lip, hard, but Murray had to give her credit. Most girls in her position would be in tears by now. Finally, she answered: “It’s okay, Dad. He was there, but he didn’t plan it.”

“What about those big windows?” Murray asked. “Did he break them?”