“Where are you staying?” Tripp’s parents had separated after he enlisted. His dad had remarried and moved to Texas; his mom remarried and moved to Phoenix.
“My grandma is letting me stay in her guest house.”
“I didn’t know she had a guest house.”
“Most people call it a shed, but it has a bathroom. I don’t want to put her out, and I’m not really good company these days. I’m getting there. Thanks to your brother.” He playfully hit her arm. “It’s really good to see you, Regan.”
“You, too, Tripp. Don’t be a stranger.”
Eight
Regan spent the afternoon at the NAU library reading everything she could find about Candace Swain’s murder investigation. There wasn’t much. In fact, Lucas had covered all of the key public facts on the first two episodes of his show. There was no mention that Candace had not drowned in the lake, no real forensic details outside of the basics. The police had clearly indicated to the media—because they reported heavily about Joseph Abernathy—that he was a person of interest, i.e. a suspect.
A reporter had written an investigative article about individuals who ride the rails. Not only transients took the free, but often dangerous, jump onto freight cars. Young people were increasingly participating in these endeavors, and he’d interviewed two college dropouts who spoke on the condition of anonymity. “Jan” and “Tom” estimated they had ridden more than ten thousand miles on the tracks over the last two years.
“We were able to see most of the country, places most people don’t even know about,” Jan said. “We’re taking a break but are meeting up with friends later this summer.”
Jan and Tom both know Joseph Abernathy. They once shared a railcar with him from Flagstaff to Albuquerque a year ago.
“Joseph was quiet, kept to himself. He drank heavily, and when he was sober he had a hard time remembering things. He told a lot of stories, but you didn’t know if they were true or not. But he was harmless. He would yell at people sometimes, and you didn’t really know why, but he never hurt anyone.”
Serious alcoholics didn’t always know what they did when they were intoxicated. It was certainly possible to kill and not remember.
There were too many questions, and nothing in any of the official statements gave her anything more to go on. The police felt that Abernathy was their best and most viable suspect, and as her dad had indicated, they could have evidence they kept to themselves.
At quarter to seven, she headed over to the communications building where the recording studios were located. While dorms always required a card key to enter, most buildings were open during class hours, and there were many evening courses around campus. After hours, only a card key could get you in. Fortunately, the communications building was open. Lucas had texted her that he was in room 303, down the hall from the studio.
He had his door open. “You ranked your own office?” she said as she walked in. It was small—barely fit a desk and a chair, with a second chair squeezed in—but it had a door that locked.
“They had the space, and I made a pitch as part of my capstone. There was no room in the criminology building, and this is right down the hall from the studio.”
She sat down across from him. He was working on his laptop. There were binders on a shelf next to the desk, and a few crime-related books, plus one on forensics. But there was no clutter; he clearly didn’t spend a lot of time in here.
Lucas said, “I really appreciate you doing this with me. I think it’ll help.”
“Exactly what do you want from me? Yesterday you mentioned interviewing techniques, discussing how the Marshals Service looks for missing people, things like that.”
“Yes. But I also think you can help frame my questions in a more productive way. I really expected more people to call in.”
“I think your questions are a bit open-ended. For example, after the caller said she saw Candace in Kingman, you asked who else saw her? And why was she there? You need to invite people in a more direct way. You did it in the first episode when you asked if people were at the party, if they saw Candace. You handled the interview with the caller very well, got as much information from her three-year-old memory as I think anyone could have gotten. The fact that the date was memorable for her because it was the weekend of her sister’s birthday tells me that it’s an accurate memory. People generally associate memories around such events. Holidays, birthdays, deaths, special occasions. I interviewed a witness once who was credible because he was a football fan and saw the suspect we were looking for, remembering the individual because he was rushed to get home to watch the Super Bowl and the suspect delayed him at the store. Details like that ground the average person.”