She shook her head in disgust. "Landon wanted to save people; you wanted to destroy them."
"It's survival of the fittest, Haley. My father taught me that a long time ago."
"What did you do to him?"
"I had to make him see reason. But the anger and betrayal in his eyes made me realize that Henry was right. Landon was losing it. He was never going to go along with anything. He was going to go to the dean about Professor Harrington. He was going to take all of us down, unless we forced him to our side."
"How could he be on your side if he was dead?"
"That wasn't the plan," Drew snapped. "We were going to set him up. I poured him a drink, and when he wasn't looking, I put a drug into it. Just something to make him stay put and forget the whole night. When he woke up in the morning, he'd just think he'd gotten drunk. But there would be photos of him and an underage girl. It would look like he had sex with her and knocked her around. If he didn't do what we wanted, he'd be kicked out of school, arrested, embarrassed, and his life would be a shambles."
She shook her head in disbelief. "You are sickening. How could you do that to your friend?"
"He wasn't being a friend," Drew said in an uncaring tone.
She realized then that Drew had no real feelings, no heart, no emotions, except greed and desire. But she needed to hear the rest—every last horrifying detail. "If killing him wasn't the plan, how did he end up dead?"
"The drug made him crazy, not relaxed the way it was supposed to work. I left the room to talk to Henry, to get the girl, and when I got back, Landon was gone. We tried to find him, but we didn't see him in the woods, and he wasn't at his apartment. It turns out he stumbled and fell into the pond, just the way everyone said."
"That was convenient for you, which is why I don't believe it," she said hotly.
"It's what happened. It was an accident."
"You caused the accident. You drugged him. Why didn't that show up in the toxicology report?"
He waved his hand as if that was the stupidest question he'd ever heard. "Because evidence can be tampered with. People can be bought."
"Investigations can be shut down," she said heavily.
His evil smile sent a chill down her arms.
"Did you and Henry do it alone? Or did your fathers help?"
"Everyone helped. Every parent of a kid in that fraternity was concerned that their son would be in trouble. Many calls were made. I didn't have to do a thing. Only a few people knew what really happened."
"But Henry knew what you did. You two were in it together."
"We're brothers."
"Landon was your brother, too."
"Not when it counted," Drew said harshly.
She hated that Landon had run from the frat house, probably knowing something was terribly wrong, but not being able to escape. She just prayed that he'd been so out of it he hadn't really known what was happening, that his death had come quickly and not painfully.
She looked back at Drew. "He never did anything to hurt you."
"He was going to hurt me. He was going to destroy me. I couldn't let that happen. And it didn't have to be that way. We weren't going to cut him out. We could have all gotten rich together."
"You already had his notebooks. Why did he have to die? You had what you needed?"
"Not all of it. Some of it was on his laptop."
"Which you stole along with his phone."
"When he first passed out, yes, but that was because I was going to hold the information over his head. Once we had the notebooks and his computer, we could force him to finish building the algorithm."
"So, it wasn't done?" she asked in surprise.
