The girl’s shoulders instantly slumped and the hope in her eyes shifted into wary concern. “So why are you here?”
“Can we come in?” Sophia asked. “I want you to go over that day with Evelyn Baine here. She’s a profiler with the FBI.”
Marissa studied her, looking intrigued. “Like on that TV show?”
“Except I don’t get a private jet,” Evelyn joked.
It must have fallen flat, because Marissa just frowned. “All right. Come on in.”
She held the door open, letting Sophia and Evelyn into the bright blue entryway. With three of them, it was crowded, especially next to a bench overflowing with cheerleading pom-poms, a pile of colorful hoodies and a big stack of toy cars and airplanes.
“Let’s go upstairs, where my brothers will leave us alone.”
“We can talk to you with a parent—” Sophia started, but a woman peered around a doorway from what must have been the kitchen and called, “No need, Detective Lopez!”
She walked into the front hallway, wiping her hands on a dish towel, as Evelyn and Sophia came in. “You said you didn’t find Haley, right? That’s what I heard?”
“That’s right,” Sophia told the woman who must have been an exact replica of her daughter back in high school. Now, gray roots peeked through her dark hair, and her blue eyes were ringed with dark circles and bracketed by lines.
She held out a hand. “Jan Anderson. You’re a profiler?”
Evelyn shook the proffered hand, surprised at how calm Jan was about the police questioning her daughter. Then again, maybe she was just used to it after a month-long investigation. “That’s right.”
Before she could properly introduce herself, Jan continued, “If Detective Lopez called in the FBI, it must mean some wacko grabbed Haley?”
“No,” Sophia said.
Marissa wrapped her arms around herself as if she was trying to ward off bad news.
“It’s a complicated case,” Evelyn said. “We’re trying to look at it from every angle.”
“All right.” Jan put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder and Marissa shook it off. “Call down if you need me, honey.”
“Mom,” Marissa groaned, her cheeks tinged with pink. “I’m fine.” She turned and led them up a wide staircase lined with family pictures.
Evelyn stared at them as she walked up, to avoid looking straight ahead as Marissa led them upstairs in her too-short skirt and hoodie.
She was a little surprised Jan Anderson let her daughter walk around in clothing so revealing, but then again, all the signs of teenage rebellion were there.
“Here,” Marissa said, leading them into a room that practically exploded with pink, and had clothes draped over every available surface. She scooted a pile off a desk chair in one corner and spun it around for Sophia, who took a seat.
“I can get another from my brother’s room.”
“I’m fine,” Evelyn said, glancing around again, noticing how different this room looked from Haley’s. “How long have you and Haley been best friends?” she started, wondering what they had in common apart from cheerleading. Haley had been a straight-A student, but from what Evelyn had gleaned from the notes on Marissa, she was closer to C+/B-grades. They were both cheerleaders, and seemed to spend a lot of time together, but Haley took art classes and volunteered, while Marissa acted in school plays and had a retail job after school.
“Since we were kids,” Marissa said, and Evelyn tried not to crack a smile.
They were still kids, at least in her mind. Focused on all the normal concerns of a high school student, she assumed. Then again, at seventeen, Evelyn had been dealing with the sudden return of her alcoholic mother after seven long years away. She’d been getting her grandma settled in her first nursing home after her stroke, and making the tough decision to go to college early so she wouldn’t have to live with her mother.
She forced herself to listen closely, and not take anything about Marissa—or Haley—for granted. Assumptions could derail an investigation.
“How’d you meet?”
Marissa flopped down on the bed, resting her chin in her hands. “We lived in the same neighborhood. Before Haley’s parents split up, she lived down the street. A whole bunch of kids from our elementary school lived here actually, and we all used to play together. But Haley and I got tight. We’ve pretty much done everything together ever since.”
“Like cheerleading?” Evelyn asked, acting on a hunch. “Did she join for you?”
“Yeah.” Marissa tugged at a lock of hair, twisting it around and around her finger. “How’d you know?” Not waiting for an answer, she continued, “Haley did gymnastics when she was little, so I knew she’d be good at it. I had to convince her to try out for the squad, but once she joined, she loved it. Cheerleading is the best way to get guys to notice you.”
“And did they?”
“Of course. I mean, Haley didn’t need it after she met Jordan, but it’s still nice to be noticed.”
Marissa’s voice changed at the mention of Jordan, and Evelyn wondered why. “What do you think of Jordan?”
Marissa stopped her hair twirling. “He’s super nice. He drops her off for practice and takes her out for dinner all the time. He’d do anything for her.”
Jealousy, Evelyn realized. That’s what she’d heard in Marissa’s voice. But was it because Haley was dating a college boy, or specifically because of Jordan?
“What about the day Haley went missing?” Sophia jumped in, her thoughts obviously taking a different track than Evelyn. “You saw him drop her off and then drive away when Haley walked into the school?”
“Yeah,” Marissa said. “Well...” She frowned. “I saw him drop her off and drive away. I guess I didn’t actually see her go inside, but she must have. She was walking toward the school and I watched Jordan leave, and then when I looked back, she wasn’t there. But there’s nowhere else she could have gone.”
“How’d Haley meet Jordan?” Evelyn jumped in. She watched the girl closely, certain she’d stumbled onto a different secret. Because instead of watching her best friend walk into the school, Marissa had been watching Haley’s boyfriend drive away.
Marissa sighed. “Six months back, I begged her to go with me to this party I heard about at Neville U. I had a friend who went there, and he said I couldn’t miss it. The party was at Jordan’s frat, and that was where we met him. Practically the next week, he and Haley were official.”
“Officially dating?” Sophia asked.
Marissa rolled her eyes. “Yeah. It’s like if he’d given her his class ring or pin, or whatever you used to do back in the day.”
A smile quivered on Sophia’s lips. “Okay.”
Evelyn frowned, wondering at the inconsistency. Jordan had said they weren’t exclusive, but it sounded like Haley had thought they were. Had Jordan been lying to her? “Were they sleeping together?” Evelyn asked, and Sophia’s eyebrows rose.
Marissa fidgeted on the bed and she flushed. “Nah. Haley was waiting. Seemed crazy to me. I mean, Jordan was a catch! She should have done it, hooked him even more.” Her lips pursed. “Though he sure seemed crazy about her, anyway.”
“And since then, you haven’t seen Jordan with anyone else?” Sophia asked. “They were exclusive?”
“Jordan?” Marissa scoffed, and just when Evelyn thought she was going to say he dated around and Haley had no idea, she finished, “That