She never liked that adage because she’d worked so hard for years to make sure that everyone was listened to, that everyone had a voice, that people were happy. And she’d done a terrific job of it.

But now people were complaining or worried.

Why would someone in the sorority disguise their voice and call in to the podcast? Why wouldn’t they bring the information to the council and let them decide as a group?

Vicky just felt sick about the whole thing. Maybe she was wrong, and she should have let Sigma Rho participate in the podcast. But she was so certain that creep had killed Candace. It made sense at the time, and it had really freaked everyone out—as well as Vicky. No one wants to see an old drunk pull out his junk and take a leak. And that’s what the police thought, too. They just couldn’t find him.

But what if they were wrong? What if the police had gotten it wrong? Or...maybe Candace really did take the truck and then the creep killed her.

She frowned, rubbed her eyes, and flopped down on the couch in their lounge. She just wanted this all to be over. The podcast was ruining her last year in college. It overshadowed everything she was doing. They were planning this year’s Spring Fling, which was still five weeks away, and all people could talk about was Candace and the podcast.

Nia Perez walked into the lounge, looked around. “Hey, have you seen Nicole?”

Nia was on Vicky’s shit list for contacting the podcast about Candace driving on Sunday. They’d figured out it was her real quick. If they did nothing when someone violated the rules, then everyone would break the rules. They hadn’t expelled her, so why was everyone upset?

“She’s around,” Vicky said. That was another thing. Her best friend didn’t agree with her on this. Nicole said she understood, but she’d been spending less and less time with Vicky and more time with the troublemakers, which was how Vicky saw the minority of sisters who wanted to help Lucas Vega.

“Okay. I’ll check the quad.”

“Did you call her?”

“I texted her. She didn’t respond.”

“Try our room. She’s probably studying.” Vicky had to remember that she was the president: she had to be accessible and friendly to everyone, even the rule-breakers.

“I knocked. She didn’t answer. It’s not a big deal. I’ll call her later.”

Nia hurried away. Probably still felt guilty for betraying the sisterhood. Vicky hoped she did.

Vicky got up from the couch and finished organizing their lounge. She liked things in their place and having a cheery environment to hang out in. Usually Nicole helped her, but she hadn’t been around most of the evening. Probably because she had betrayed the sorority. Betrayed her.