“Well, I know it was a Monday or Wednesday, and it was in April—I was tutoring those two nights in one of the study rooms all month. Basically, from when I got back from spring break until finals in May, but she was already dead by then, right?”

“Yes. Her body was found April 19.”

“So I don’t hang out at the library, but it’s convenient for tutoring. I was leaving, so it was between nine and ten. The library closes at ten, and my tutoring was from eight until whenever my student understood the lesson. I was walking out and I remember thinking she looked lost. I mean, she was hot, so I noticed her. I probably shouldn’t say that.”

“All memories are valid,” Regan said. “Where exactly in the library did you see her?”

“The study rooms on the second floor. I was coming out, about to go down the stairs. She was coming up. She had this big, huge bag. Too big for a purse, but too small for a suitcase.”

“Do you remember the color?” Regan asked.

Lucas wanted to ask why that was important, but remembered earlier when Regan said that asking about specific details could yield better information.

“Not really. Not black or anything dark, I don’t think. Maybe gray or pink or blue or something. I really don’t remember. Just a big bag, over her shoulder.”

“Do you remember what she was wearing?”

“A Lumberjack sweatshirt, I’m almost positive. Just one of the standard gray sweatshirts, said Lumberjacks across the front. You see them everywhere on campus.”

“So how can you be sure she was wearing one?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m wrong. But she was cute, like I said, and I kinda knew her—she was a year older than me, but I was in a frat, and she and some of the sorority girls would come over when we had parties and stuff. So I did a double take, you know, because like I said, hot, and she was completely oblivious. Just walked by me, and I said something like, ‘Good to see you, too, Candy.’ She looked at me and gave me that You’re an asshole look, and I laughed.”

He remembered a lot. Was it a real memory? Or real...but the wrong time frame? Lucas wasn’t certain. “Did you go to the police,” he asked, “when you found out she had been killed?”

“No, but I remember telling my roommate that I’d thought I’d just seen her.”

Regan asked, “You said that she was walking up the stairs from the ground floor to the second floor, after nine on possibly Monday or Wednesday night. Do you remember where she went from there?”

“Yeah, she went up to the third floor.”

“How can you be so sure three years later?” Lucas asked.