No one at the long rectangular table said a word. I pulled my phone back from the center of the table, grabbed the cable lying nearby, and then plugged it in. The ancient projector took a moment to respond. The blue screen flickered twice before the image cut in with a soft beep. "Since everyone has time to spare, let's watch something together." The screen lowered.
The footage showed the interior of the dorm room in black and white surveillance perspective, and the timestamp in the upper left corner was impossible to miss. Four days earlier, 2:35 PM. The empty room sat still until the door eased open and a head pushed through the gap. Bianca crept in with a dark gray dust bag clutched against her chest, her body pressed flat to the wall as she made her way to my wardrobe. She glanced aro
