Rolling Stone's bumbling rape detective and the vexing case of the dead flamingos

First, we have the organizer of the rape event. Erdely says he is a junior named “Drew” who belongs to Phi Psi. “Drew” supposedly took Jackie back to his fraternity house after calmly going on a date with her. Meanwhile, half a dozen other men were waiting quietly and patiently in a dark room, like rape ninjas, to consummate a gang-rape initiation ritual.

This sort of event would take immense planning.

“Listen up, brothers,” Drew would have needed to announce at the rape logistics meeting. “I have arranged to have a woman arrive at the house on Friday for our big gang rape. Taylor, Jared, Connor, Biff and Cody: You will all be committing this felony that could ruin your lives if you get busted. You’ll wait silently until I usher the victim into a pre-selected room.”

And that particular wait would have been hell, right? How did these guys pass the time? Did they chat about rapes of yore? Did they mutely play with their mobile phones in the pitch-black room until the moment of raping arrived? Who went first? Was the guy who had to go fifth in some kind of trouble?