“Not so much unfairly, but bringing up negative stuff hurts the reputation of the sorority, as well as the girls emotionally. Some of them were friends with Candace, and even those who weren’t want to remember Candace in the best possible light. And there was so much good that she did in her life. You know that she regularly volunteered at a homeless shelter downtown. Yet it was that good heart that may have gotten her killed.”
“I’m aware of the situation with Mr. Abernathy.”
“I trust the police to handle the investigation. Candace had so much love and compassion. That’s what I want her to be known for, not that she was murdered and her killer was never found.”
“I understand.”
Rachel smiled. “I knew you would. You sounded both intelligent and experienced on the podcast last night. Now, I know you probably can’t convince Lucas Vega to put an end to this, and I understand that it’s his capstone project. But perhaps you can help steer the show into something less inflammatory, considering the psychological damage that it’s doing to my girls.”
“I was interviewed last night to share my perspective in how law enforcement conducts investigations into missing persons. It’s not my podcast.”
“Of course, but you still have influence over the student.”
Regan didn’t respond to the comment. She said, “Vicky Ryan, the current Sigma Rho president, had been mentored by Candace when she was a freshman. I was hoping to be able to talk to her.”
“Vicky wants nothing to do with the podcast. She already told Lucas that. She was very upset last night. I sat up half the night with her.”
“I’m trying to piece together a few disparate facts, and I thought she might have some information.”
Rachel frowned, leaned back in her chair. “Well, I’ll ask her, but we are both of the opinion that the police are far better equipped to handle a murder investigation than a college student.”
“I generally agree. But three years is a long time. They’re called cold cases for a reason.”
“I’ll talk to Vicky, and if she agrees, I need to be here for her. I’m the one who dries their tears, who tells them it’s going to get better—even when I have my doubts.”
“You have my number. Let me know.”
Regan rose from her chair, then said, almost as if she just remembered to ask—when, in fact, she had been thinking about how to ask it for the entire time she’d been sitting in Rachel’s office—“Do you know what Taylor and Candace were actually arguing about at the party?”
“That was fully investigated by the police.”
“Still—”
“You actually believed that anonymous caller? People who don’t want to give their names are probably lying,” Rachel said.
Regan didn’t agree, nor did she comment.
Rachel continued to fill the silence. “Taylor told the police exactly what the argument was about. That homeless man. Taylor and several of the other girls wanted to call the police, and Candace put her foot down. When Taylor heard that Candace had confronted him alone, she was worried, and then the conversation deteriorated into an argument. Taylor is heartbroken that her last conversation with Candace was one of anger. She said hurtful things that she regrets to this day.”
“Maybe,” Regan said carefully, “but someone who was there claims that their argument wasn’t solely about Abernathy.”
“I can’t imagine what. Taylor spoke to the police. She told them everything she knew.”
“I tracked down Taylor, asked her about that night, but she wasn’t very helpful.”
Rachel looked surprised. “You talked to Taylor?”
“I just want to get the facts straight.”
“Taylor has a serious drug problem. I don’t know that she’d remember what happened yesterday, let alone three years ago. Her problem started at the end of her senior year—related to the fact that one of her closest friends had been killed. I was the one who took her to rehab the first time, got her cleaned up. But a second time? I can’t do it. It hurts too much to help, only to have her go back to her old ways.”
“She seemed to be doing okay. Thank you for your time, Rachel. Let me know what Vicky says about talking to me.”
Regan left, thinking about the conversation. Rachel was protective of the sorority, but Regan still didn’t understand why she didn’t want the truth. Yes, the police were generally best at solving capital crimes, but they were stuck. Young had said as much. So having Lucas shake things up was a good thing. Rachel’s concerns seemed minor and almost petty, as if she had a personal problem with Lucas.