“What?” He looks up at me, brow wrinkling.

“I want to know how the brothers convinced their girlfriends to have sex with other men.”

Cade opens his mouth.

“Because from where I’m sitting it sounds a lot like entitlement and coercion, or maybe your brothers waited until their girlfriends were good and drunk—”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“So,” I say, “what was it like?”

“I don’t—I mean, none of the guys were roofie-ing their girlfriends, if that’s what you’re implying. It was more like if two brothers were dating two sisters in another sorority, they would switch. They called it ‘family style,’ like those buffet dinners where everyone shares—”

“I get it.” I wave my hand to stop him from elaborating.

“Some of the girls were into it,” he says heatedly. “Guys aren’t the only ones who like sex, you know.” He blushes as soon as the words leave his mouth, but he stares at me evenly.

I hold up my hands. “I know how it is,” I say, my voice measured. “Guys talk. What they say to each other is a bit different from what they say when their girlfriends are around.” I shift in my chair, trying to find the right tone. “So, what I’m asking is, did it actually happen? I imagine most girls would feel like Sam and most guys,” I look at him meaningfully, “wouldn’t like the idea either.”

Cade shrugs. “Brandon and Kevin said they did. But who knows. Everything’s half bravado, half shit-talk.”

“Sam said Jay wanted you to share her with the other brothers.”

“Yeah,” he says irritably, “but he changed his mind.”

“Because of Katie Coleman.”

“Right, because of Katie.”

“She says they weren’t together.”

Cade’s eyes widen at that, but then he sits back and folds his arms over his chest. “They were keeping it a secret.”

“That’s what you told us. But she said she barely knew him. They only talked about fraternity dream girl business. And,” I say quickly when Cade opens his mouth again, “Jay’s phone records back this up. Only messages about fraternity-related events.” I don’t mention the minor flirtations. Jay seems to have sent “looking good” messages to a dozen or so women every time the fraternity had a party. He must have thought they wouldn’t know how they looked if he didn’t tell them.

“So.” I lean in. “How did you know they were together?”

He folds his arms over his chest. “I saw them.”

I step into the observation gallery for interview room A, and with an unpleasant twinge find Oliver next to Teddy. I get it—in the interview, two is always better than one. Oliver saw his opportunity and took it. But inside a voice is screaming that it should’ve been me.

“On September seventeenth, you and Jay seemed to have an argument,” Teddy says. “Can you tell us about that?”