CHAPTER THREE: THE LOUNGE

    Bob and Rick were playing chess in the dormitory lounge when Eric strolled in with a textbook and sat down to read.

    Bob took the initiative. “Hi, I’m Bob, and this is Rick. We haven’t met you yet. What’s your name?”

    Eric replied, “Eric.”

    Rick asked, “Where are you from, Eric?”
    
    Eric responded, “That’s none of your business.”

    Bob and Rick looked at each other, puzzled. Eric opened the book and started reading.

    Rick moved his rook. “Check,” he said.

    Zachary entered the lounge and sat down, with the morning edition of the Capital Daily Star in hand. After a few minutes, he mentioned something from an article he was reading.

    “It looks like the cops across the river in Sacraleena caught a suspect in that string of rapes. Have you heard?” Zachary said.

    Bob enquired, “No, I didn’t hear. What happened?”

    Zachary explained, “One victim was able to remember the guy’s face well enough to get a good composite sketch. The Sacraleena Police put the picture on the wires to all the departments in the area. The West Dakota Capitol Police recognized the guy as a lobbyist who’s always going into the State Capitol, and they’ve connected him now with DNA evidence.”

    Bob said, “I hope the creep gets life.”
    
    Eric joined in. “The West Dakota Legislature ought to legalize prostitution so men will be more likely to get what they need that way, instead of committing violence.” he suggested.

    Rick told Eric, “That wouldn’t help much, because most of those creeps don’t want sex, they want to hurt somebody. They enjoy inflicting harm and having power.”

    Bob joined in. “I think what Rick says is right. I mean, last year it happened here on campus, and the perp was a student here. Let’s face it, it certainly wasn’t like he would have had any trouble getting laid here at this college.”

    Zachary chuckled, “Yeah, with all the pussy running around on this campus, somebody would have to be a real loser not to be able to get any.”

    Eric looked at his textbook, but he was having trouble reading. He sat there, motionless. After a few minutes, he closed the book, stood up, and walked away.


HOME PAGE
CHAPTER ONE: THE PARKING LOT
CHAPTER TWO: THE COMPUTER
CHAPTER FOUR: THE CAFETERIA
CHAPTER FIVE: THE PARTY
CHAPTER SIX: LUNCH
CHAPTER SEVEN: MELISSA WORRIES   
CHAPTER EIGHT: MELISSA’S PROJECT
CHAPTER NINE: THE TEMPLE
CHAPTER TEN: RECRUITMENT
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE PLANNING
CHAPTER TWELVE: OPERATION UNDERWAY
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: OPERATION MOVED
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: GLORIA
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE DISCUSSION
GLOSSARY


Copyright 2007 Tom Alciere