Cabel looks at Captain and Janie. His face is ashen. “I’m fine, Janie,” he manages to croak.
Captain captures Janie’s eyes. “You know this, Hannagan, goddamnit.
Anything that happened as a result of you being drugged against your will is not your fault. Right? You know your stuff. And you know that.
And whoever did anything to you will go to jail, okay? Not your fault.
Don’t turn soft on me, Janie,” she adds. “You’re a strong woman. The world needs more like you.”
Janie swallows hard and turns her head away. She wants to bury herself under the covers and disappear. “Yes, sir.”
“Would it help you remember if I mention some of the names?”
Captain asks.
“Maybe,” Janie says. “I don’t remember much. Just wisps of things.”
“Okay. Let’s start with Durbin. What happened with him.”
Janie sighs. Then she opens her eyes wide. “GHB,” she says, and sits up. “GHB.”
Cabel gives Captain a frightened look. “Settle,” she says to him, under her breath. “She doesn’t remember talking earlier. It’s normal.” She turns back to Janie. “What about GHB, Janie?”
Janie thinks. “I tested the first punch,” she says. “I thought for sure there’d be rooffies in it. But it was clean. Just vodka. That’s what he told me.”
“Good job. You are a professional.”
“And then people started getting weird. Durbin brought out a new bowl.” The wisps are a little stronger.
Captain sits quietly, letting her think.
“He made all the guys come upstairs from the basement. They were watching TV. He said they should start eating, because the girls wouldn’t do it.”
Captain scowls, but holds in her disgust.
“And then…” She thinks. “Wang gave me some punch and gave me shit about being trailer trash. What a fucker,” she says, her eyes stinging. She cries for a minute, and then pulls it together.
“He was messed up by then,” she continues. “I thought something was going on. So I took the punch he gave me and tested that—I didn’t drink any. The paper turned blue, and I flushed it all down the toilet.”
She closes her eyes again.
“I went downstairs,” she says slowly. “I checked the chemicals on his lab table, and I didn’t see the ones I was looking for—GBL and
NaOH. Those two chemicals combined make GHB, a drug-facilitated, sexual-assault weapon. I studied about it, like you told me to.”
Captain nods.
“But when I got upstairs, I remembered seeing some bottles on top of his refrigerator. Paint stripper and lye. The same chemicals that create
GHB.”
“By then I was paranoid and worried. All the soda was in open twoliter bottles, and I didn’t even want to get a glass of water, because he had one of those water-filter things on the tap, and I thought he maybe put the drug in it. So I grabbed a beer—I’m so sorry, Captain—and drank it sort of fast, but I had food by then too. And a beer, honestly, is not too much for me. I don’t know what happened,” she says, crying again, covering her face. “I screwed up, didn’t I?”
Captain closes her eyes. “No, Janie. You did fine. We should have thought to send you with some individual water bottles or something.”
Cabel stops pacing and rests his forehead against the window. Bounces it against the glass a few times. Mutters unintelligibly.
Captain carefully continues. “You told us a few hours ago, something about the meatballs. Do you remember that?”
Janie is silent. Confused. “I don’t remember meatballs.”
Captain nods at Cabel. He looks quizzically at her, then he nods. He dials his phone. Talks to someone. Eventually hangs up.
“GHB, confirmed in the meatballs and in the veggie dip,” he says.
“Jesus Christ.” He takes off his rugby, leaving his T-shirt on. Begins pacing some more. “I didn’t know you could put it in food.”
“Apparently Durbin wanted to cover his bases,” Captain says quietly, eyeing Cabel carefully. She turns back to Janie. “Is there anything else you remember? Don’t worry if you can’t. I expect that’s probably about it.”
Janie remains quiet for a long time. Finally she says, “This is weird, but
I know Coach Crater raped Stacey. Not this time. Last semester.”
The room rings in silence.
“How do you know, Janie?” Captain asks.
Janie hesitates. “I can’t prove it.”
“That’s okay. Give me your hunch. Remember? We can’t solve crimes without leads.”
Janie nods. Tells her the car dream Stacy’s had since last fall. And then tells her about pausing the dream and not being able to see the face.
“But I saw his hand,” she says. “In the dream he’s wearing a square fraternity ring. I remember seeing the same ring on Crater’s right hand last night.”
Silence.
And more silence. Cabel makes another phone call.
Captain ventures another question with an almost-smile on her face.
“Do you remember when you activated the panic button?”
Janie looks at her. Shakes her head no.
“So you don’t remember beating the shit out of Crater and Wang?”