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parking lot.”
    “I have other things to do.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry, but since you’re not a student or faculty or guest of either, you need to be cleared by the administration building and given a pass before you’re permitted to be on campus. Security reasons. I’m sure you understand.” Adair smiled, too brightly, and led the way to the parking lot.
    “And how do I do that?” Max asked.
    “The front desk can direct you to the visitors’ office.”
    Max turned and went back into the building, leaving Adair staring after her, confused.
    Let her be confused. Max had more questions, and she wasn’t leaving until she had answers.

Chapter Four
    By the time Max was done jumping through the hoops necessary to get a one-day visitor’s pass, it was close to two thirty. Max returned to the bookstore and waited under a dripping tree for Jess to get off work. As soon as the petite girl walked out, she rolled her eyes.
    “I have a three-o’clock class.”
    “I’ll walk with you.”
    “What do you want?” she said. Her voice was almost a whine.
    “I’d like your Facebook password.”
    “What?” She shot her a slanted gaze. “You’re insane.”
    “I went through Tom Keller’s profile because it was public, but Arthur and Carlos have private pages. I noted that you were on their friend list. Therefore, if I can use your account, I can see what they’ve posted.”
    “Why?”
    “Because they lied. I don’t know why or what about, but they weren’t being completely honest about what happened on the mountain when Scott disappeared.”
    “They wouldn’t hurt him,” Jess said, defiant.
    Max hesitated. “That’s a bit of a leap. Did they have a reason to hurt Scott?”
    “No,” she mumbled.
    “Mrs. Sheldon needs to know what happened to her son. I think search and rescue has been looking in the wrong place. They would have found him by now.”
    “Not if he got lost. Maybe they are looking in the wrong place, but only because Scott got lost,” she repeated.
    “I won’t tell anyone you let me use your account.”
    “What are you looking for?”
    “I don’t know yet. Just snooping right now.” She was trying to lighten the mood, but Jess didn’t smile.
    “All right. Whatever.” She stopped walking and tore a piece of paper out of one of her notebooks. She scribbled down an e-mail address and password. “I’m changing my password when I get out of my class,” she said. She was going for an angry tone, but it came out sad. “Just—if you find out what happened, what really happened, would you let me know?”
    “I promise.”
    Max watched Jess walk off, then turned and followed the signs to the library. The building was too warm, but right now Max needed the heat—her hair was wet, and while her coat kept her torso dry, her jeans were uncomfortably damp. She went to the restroom and brushed her hair, then pinned it up to keep the strands out of her face. Then she went out to the main room and planted herself at a table near windows that looked out at the Rocky Mountains towering high above the campus. While she loved Columbia and thrived in a city, Max also appreciated the peace that this small college enjoyed. It reminded her that maybe she needed a vacation.
    Right. Because you relax so well.
    Most of her vacations became working vacations.
    Max pulled out her iPad and logged in to Jess’s Facebook account. Jess seemed to be pretty typical in her usage—she logged in nearly every day, posted funny pictures, photos of her friends, a lot of posts about events at the bookstore and rallies on campus. Most of the pages she followed were indie music bands, heavy on alternative music.
    She clicked through to Arthur Cowan’s page. He wasn’t a social media nut like his friend Tom Keller, but he posted consistently. His interests were rather eclectic—but it was clear he spent a lot of time in the outdoors. He had pictures posted of him and friends skiing, and based on the level of difficulty of