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behind me, I stomped back to the checkout desk. Barbara Fuller gave me a small wave. As Costa moved into her view, her eyes widened and then she snapped them back to the next person in line, obviously unnerved by whatever expression I’d put on the OWEA agent’s face. She helped the student, and then moved away from her post as a young woman came to replace her.
    I tapped my foot and motioned toward Ms. Fuller. She walked up to us, hesitant, and I plastered on my pleasant smile.
    “Thank you for taking the time to speak with us, Ms.
    Fuller,” I said.
    “Of course,” she said, and tension faded from her stance as she examined me. She uncrossed her arms and pointed to a small meeting room next to the front desk she’d just vacated. “We can speak in there, if you would like some privacy.”
    “That would be wonderful. Thank you.” I kept the smile firmly affixed to my face.
    “So,” she said as she shut the door behind us, “what can I help you with? I’m afraid I don’t know much.”
    “You said the police spoke with you earlier? Can you tell us what you told them?” I asked.

    She nodded and her eyes lit up with excitement. I gritted my teeth and pushed down the flare of anger I felt at her reaction. This was probably the most dramatic situation the librarian had seen in her life.
    A laminate table with several chairs surrounding it filled the small room. Ms. Fuller sat facing the door and I sat across from her. Costa eyed the door and dragged a chair to one side. The placement allowed him to keep the door in his periphery while watching Ms. Fuller at the same time.
    “Well, as I told the other officers, I know all of the girls by their pictures. I didn’t know any of them by name except Wendy, though. They were all very nice. Quiet, you know? They didn’t cause me any trouble when they studied here.” She smoothed invisible wrinkles out of her blouse.
    “Were you able to catch any bits of their conversation lately?” I asked. “Even something from several days ago could be relevant.”
    “I’m sorry, I just don’t pay that close of attention. And like I said, the girls were quiet.”
    “Did you see anyone else talking with them?” Costa asked.
    She thought about that for a moment. “Not that I remember, no. I’m sure other students talked to them—
    they seemed very popular—but I didn’t notice anyone in particular.”
    “They seemed popular? Why do you say that?” I asked.

    She waved a hand in the air. “Oh, you know. They were just that popular type. Pretty. Giggly. Popular.” I opened my mouth to ask her exactly what she meant by that description. My sister was smart—just because she was pretty that didn’t give the woman the right to assume she was an airhead—but Costa gave me a warning glance and spoke before I could.
    “Can you recall any of the students who spoke to them more often than others? Any students who spoke to them this week?”
    I stood up from the table, startling Ms. Fuller. I’d had about enough of her assumptions and Costa’s attitude. If he wanted to ask all the questions, then I’d let him. We weren’t going to get any information from this woman anyway. We were just fodder for her gossip. “I’m going to look around. Can you finish up here?” I smiled at Costa, knowing that for once my go-to expression looked forced, if not outright angry. I turned and left without waiting for his reply.
    The chilly air cut through my jacket as I made my way out to the parking lot. I walked the path Teresa said Wendy and Elaine headed toward the last time she’d seen them. I pulled on my gloves and took in my surroundings.
    The area was bustling this time of day, but Wendy and Elaine left the library late. Nine o’clock. There would still be people around then, wouldn’t there? This was a college campus, after all.
    I could remember my college years vividly. There hadn’t been a lot of money, so I’d settled for a close commuter school that offered me a small