“I’m going to incorporate this into my podcast. But,” he said quickly, “I won’t let on that you let me listen to Annie. I can get a lot of this information from Chrissy.”

“I told Annie that I would be sharing with you, so you should be okay. She wants to help but feels like it’s either a lost cause or she doesn’t want to make waves with the sorority.”

“Why the questions about Sunrise Center?”

Regan told him about her father’s comment, that if Abernathy were innocent, someone at Sunrise might suggest that he be sent away for his own safety. Or, if they believed he were guilty, maybe send him somewhere to protect him—though that seemed far-fetched and would be obstruction of justice. Regan couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to help him, if he were in fact guilty.

“I found Taylor James,” Regan said. “Through a combination of social media, white pages, and people-finder databases, I learned she’s renting a small house just outside town.”

Taylor had an old social-media page that she hadn’t updated in months. Her profile picture showed a smiling young brunette with classy highlights; her background picture was her standing at the southern rim of the Grand Canyon, in a spot where millions of tourists had their photos taken. Her page wasn’t public, only a few posts she’d made public were visible—mostly motivational memes. Those had few comments.

“I have a confession to make,” Lucas said.

“Spill it.”

“I should have told you right away,” he said. “I tried to talk to Taylor, a couple months ago. She works at a bar in a sketchy area of town, kind of a biker bar, I guess. She wouldn’t talk to me, and a bouncer type kicked me out.”

“Why is this relevant now? Other than it would have saved me a couple hours looking for her.”

“Because I don’t think she’ll want to see me. Maybe this is something you should do on your own.”

“If you’re cool with that, I will. I have her address. And you? What are your plans?” She’d been thinking about being followed yesterday, and she didn’t want Lucas to go off on his own where he might be vulnerable.

“I’m going to look through my files for Alexa Castillo. I have a list of everyone in the sorority who overlapped with Candace. She’s someone we should talk to, especially since she also volunteered at Sunrise.”

Regan’s phone rang. She motioned to Lucas to wait while she answered.

“Regan Merritt,” she said.

“Hi, Regan. My name is Rachel Wagner. I’m the faculty advisor for Sigma Rho sorority.”

She quickly put Rachel on speaker and motioned for Lucas to be silent. “Yes, Ms. Wagner. How can I help you?”