“All of a sudden,” said Milo.

“That’s how he put it,” said Hansen.

Milo chuckled. Hansen recoiled, nearly dropped the tumbler.

“How was this sudden death brought about, Nick?”

Hansen bit his lip.

Milo barked, “Come on.”

Hansen jumped in his chair and fumbled the glass, again. “Please—I don’t know what happened—Luke didn’t know what had happened. That was the point. He was confused—disoriented.”

“What did he tell you about the girl?”

“He said Vance tied her up, they were partying with her, then all of a sudden it was bloody. A bloody scene, like one of those movies we used to watch in high school—slasher movies. ‘Worse than that, Nick. It’s much worse when it’s real.’ I got sick to my stomach, said, ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Luke just babbled and blubbered and kept repeating that they’d fucked up.”

“Who?”

“All of them. The Kingers.”

“No name for the girl?”

“He said he’d never seen her before. She was someone Vance knew, and Vance noticed her and picked her up. Literally. Slung her over his shoulder and carried her down to the basement. She was stoned.”

“In the basement of the party house.”

“That’s where they . . . fooled with her.”

“Fooled with her,” said Milo.

“I’m trying to be accurate. That’s how Luke put it.”

“Did Chapman take part in the rape?”

Hansen mumbled.

“What’s that?” demanded Milo.

“He wasn’t sure, but he thought he did. He was stoned, too. Everyone was. He didn’t remember, kept saying the whole thing was like a nightmare.”

“Especially for the girl,” said Milo.

“I didn’t want to believe him,” said Hansen. “I’d come home from Yale for ten days. The last thing I needed was this dropping in my lap. I figured it had been a dream—some sort of drug hallucination. Back when I’d known Luke he was always on something.”

“You said he wanted help from you. What kind of help?”

“He wanted to know what to do. I was a twenty-two-year-old kid, for Christ’s sake, what position was I in to give him advice?” Hansen’s fingers tightened around the tumbler. “He couldn’t have picked a worse time to drop it on me. People were telling me I had talent, I was finally standing up to Father. The last thing I needed was to get sucked into some . . . horror. It was my right not to get sucked in. And I don’t know why you feel you have a right to—”

“So you just dropped it,” said Milo. “What’d you tell Chapman?”

“No,” said Hansen. “That’s wrong. I didn’t drop it. Not completely. I told Luke to go home and keep all of it to himself, and when I figured things out, I’d get back to him.”

“He listened to you?”