"Well, you do now," Adriane answered. And so their friendship was formed. Back in February 2004, when Lauren found the little house for rent on Dorset Street and thought it would be a good place to live, Adriane was the first one she approached to be her roommate. Adriane was all for it, and with the help of her tight clique of friends—Ben Katz, Lily Prudhomme, and Lily's boy-friend, Eric Copple—she successfully moved her stuff into the compact house. From the beginning, there were fun times, beginning with the first night Lauren and Adriane hung out and had pizza and beer with Ben, Lily, and Eric. And it wasn't long before Lauren, who was breaking out of her quiet shell, in-troduced herself to a group of young women living in the house next door. They were a fun bunch, too, none more so than Leslie Mazzara. "She was a pistol," Lauren said, "She definitely was a Southern girl, with lots of makeup, and right away I really liked her. She was definitely different than I was, very girly-girl, lots of makeup and very feminine."
Leslie, with her sugar-coated accent and approachable personality, attracted men in droves, and they often fell hard for her. While there's no doubt she was very pretty, her real beauty seemed to spring from some-where inside, and it was her charisma that brought people in. Friends say she had a way of connecting that was otherworldly; she effortlessly made every person she came across feel a solid connection to her. It was a gift and she had it long before she was ever a pageant winner. When Leslie's own housemates announced plans to move out, Lauren and Adriane asked her to move in with them. They both really enjoyed Leslie's vivacious personality, there was a spare up-stairs bedroom, and the rent would be split three ways instead of just two. Leslie agreed and moved into the house in late June 2004.
It was now Halloween, and the girls were looking forward to Christmas, when Leslie promised to make Southern-style treats and show her new friends what a real, old-fashioned Christmas was all about. That was a point of friendly debate between Lauren and Leslie. Being from the South, Leslie told them she considered Californians to be too guarded, while Southerners were more open and friendly. Lauren found herself good-naturedly defending her California brethren.
By 9:00 p.m., the trick-or-treaters were wind-ing down, and the women were settling in for the night. Even though it was Halloween, they had no plans to go to a party or a bar, because the next day, Monday, was a work-day. Despite Napa's worldwide reputation as the capital of California's beauteous wine country, it is not, as any young adult resident will tell you, exactly party central. The girls had their favorite bars, such as the Bounty Hunter, Uva's, and Downtown Joe's, but most of the time, it was the same old faces, which was one reason Leslie attracted so much attention as the new girl in town. This particular Halloween, falling on a Sunday night, seemed more quiet than most, just another night to grab some food from the fridge and plop down in front of the televi-sion.
Adriane told the others she was going to pay a short visit to her on-again, off-again boyfriend, Christian Lee, who lived one block away. Lauren headed into the kitchen to fix something to eat while Leslie kept her company. Then they both moved into the living room. Lauren had a DVD set of the HBO series Six Feet Under, and they watched an episode and chatted until about 9:30 p.m., when Lauren got a phone call and wandered into her downstairs bedroom. About twenty-five minutes later, she heard Leslie say good night.
"Good night," Lauren answered. "See you tomorrow."
Upstairs, Leslie prepared for bed and re-ceived her second call that day from Lee Youngblood Sr., the father of an ex-boyfriend from South Carolina. Friends say it bothered Leslie that Lee Senior called so often, and she didn't take the call. It seemed as though he never had gotten over the breakup between Leslie and his son. Ac-cording to one of Leslie's closest friends, Leslie broke up with Lee at least partly be-cause of his father.
She spent a lot of time with that family, and the more she got to know Lee's father, the less she was sure she wanted to be a part of it.
Ultimately, she de-cided to part ways with Lee and leave South Carolina. That did not keep Lee Senior from calling.
By 10:30 p.m., Adriane was back from Christian's house and found Lauren back in front of the television.
"It's been a long day," Adriane said. "I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow."
"I'm turning in soon, too," Lauren said.
Adriane went straight upstairs to her bed-room, across a tiny second-floor landing from Leslie's room. The bathroom was be-tween them. Inside her room, Adriane re-played the last twenty-four hours in her head. She had been with Christian the pre-vious night and long into the morning hours and had gotten virtually no sleep. She was as close to love as she'd ever been. She was tired but happy and wanted to luxuriate in that feeling a bit longer, so before falling off, she sent Christian one last text message: "Thank you for yesterday. It was one of the best days ever. I wish it could be forever.""
Downstairs, Lauren let her dog, Chloe, outside and closed up the house.
"I did the normal things," she said. "I checked to make sure all the doors were locked and secured and then went to bed about 11:00 p.m."
The house had a few ways to get in and out: the front door, the back door, and the garage door. "I made sure the back-door slider was locked because sometimes that would be left unlocked, but that night, I locked it."
She did not, however, check any of the windows, even though her bedroom was on the first floor.
She was tired, and by 11:30, she was asleep.