Parker lifted shaky hands to his hair, tunneling his fingers through. ‘His room? I don’t— I don’t really know. He just said he found it under one of the beds, but he didn’t say which one.’

‘Where is Calvin’s room?’ Cord asked.

Rachel had last been seen with Anna and Chance in one of the last bedrooms down the hall. If it turned out that that was Calvin’s…

But Griffin’s hand shot out, pointing downstairs. ‘He’s in one of the downstairs rooms. The east wing, closest to the bathroom.’

‘Where is Calvin right now?’

‘He went camping for Memorial Day weekend with some of the brothers. He won’t be back until Tuesday.’

‘Where did they go?’

Griffin’s left hand pulled at the lobe of his ear. ‘I don’t know.’

‘A group of your frat brothers went camping for several days, and you don’t know where they were headed?’ Alyssa didn’t bother to keep the skepticism out of her voice.

‘No. Camping’s not my deal, and the guys know it, so it was never a thing I thought to ask about, and they didn’t bother sharing.’

Something in his tone made Alyssa believe him. ‘Where’s the phone now?’

This time, instead of losing color, all the blood rushed back into Griffin’s face. He closed his eyes. ‘It’s in here.’ He opened his door wider and pointed to a small computer desk. Next to a stack of books and car magazines was a red, glitter-encased phone.

‘We’re going to need to take that with us,’ Alyssa said.

‘Yes, ma’am. Let me get it.’

‘Actually, I’ll get it.’ Cord pushed past Griffin. After making sure the phone on the desk was Rachel’s, he donned a pair of gloves and dropped the phone into a plastic evidence bag.

Alyssa asked Griffin to lead them to Calvin’s room, which he did, but when she asked him to open the door so she could take a look, he hesitated. ‘Look, I’m not trying to be difficult or anything, but are you allowed to go through his room without a search warrant?’

‘We’re not going to go through his room, Griffin. We’re not even going to go into his room unless there’s something we see that would tell us where three missing girls might be. All I want to do is peek inside. Now, if it’ll make you feel better, I can certainly send Detective Roberts out to get a search warrant, and maybe even add in the need to search the rest of the frat house. Should I have him do that?’ She was only kind of bluffing, but she was banking on the fact that Griffin Parker wasn’t going to want a bunch of cops poking through the place, especially as she was positive there was more than merely evidence of underage drinking going on. She’d bet half her retirement that there were illegal drugs littered throughout the frat house, as well.

‘No, ma’am.’ He twisted the knob and shoved inward, causing the door to bang against the dresser that was behind it.