“We can’t taint each other by talking about it,” he insisted. “We have to write down our independent observations and thoughts without talking.” So we walked back up the mountain road—we’d come out well below my cabin—in utter silence. Once we made it to the lodge, we all took turns at the computer in the game room. Carson had Logan go first, and while he was typing, I pulled out my phone to see if Marc had responded to my last text. There was nothing, so I checked my e-mail too. Nothing interesting, just some stuff from my high school and some of my other friends, nothing that looked important enough to download. When Logan pushed his chair back and the printer started spewing out his pages, Carson said, “Were you thorough?” Logan rolled his eyes. “I wrote down everything I remember,” he insisted. “Can I go find Annie now?” Carson made a face and dismissed him. He gestured to the computer. “Your turn.” I put my phone away and sat down at the computer. It was an ancient Dell, so old that it was still on Windows XP.
