“And what? By the time I learned that she didn’t drown in the lake, all security tapes were erased. At the aquatic center the only cameras are on the doors. It’s easy to get in and out. A lot of people have access. They are not monitored 24/7. When we looked, we found no evidence of foul play, but weeks had passed—I didn’t expect to find anything, even if she had been killed there. No one reported anything out of the ordinary. I spoke to members of the swim team, janitorial staff, the coach. While it might be the most logical crime scene, it’s impossible to prove. There are plenty of other pools in town that she could have drowned in. It still doesn’t explain where she went, why she didn’t use her phone after the party, or why she left campus, returned Sunday night, then left without sleeping in her bed.”

“And that’s where Lucas can help.”

“Maybe.” Young took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “You know, I hope he gets something, but I’m not holding my breath.”

“Did you know that Candace kept a journal?”

“We had her computer. Nothing of interest was found on it.”

“No, a physical journal. Like a diary.”

“That she wrote in?”

“Yes. Her roommate told me she wrote in it regularly, and that she didn’t think about it until the family came to clear out her dorm room and her sister asked about it.”

“I interviewed her roommate. She never mentioned it to me.”

“Maybe you didn’t ask the right questions.”

She wished she could take back the comment. Young clammed up, his jaw set in anger.

“I take it you’re not done with the podcast,” he said, his dark eyes meeting hers. Yes, he was very angry.

“Correct.”

“I have no doubt that Lucas Vega is going to cross a line, if he hasn’t already.”

She had more questions, but Young kept looking at his watch, and she doubted he’d share anything more about his investigation after she’d slighted him. Sometimes, her tongue spoke before her brain thought things through.

She hoped in a day or two he might be inclined to share more. Especially if she and Lucas uncovered a witness that might help him solve the case.

He looked at his watch again, then said, “I have to get back to work, but I hope you’ll keep me informed of anything relevant you learn.”

She wouldn’t withhold important information from the police, but she wasn’t one hundred percent sold that Detective Young was as invested in this case as she was. “Thank you for your time,” she said, extending her hand again; he shook it.

“I can walk you out.”