CHAPTER THREE: THE
Bob and Rick
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?”
are you from, Eric?”
“That’s none of your business.”
Bob and Rick
looked at each other, puzzled. Eric opened the book and started reading.
rook. “Check,” he said.
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.
cops across the river in Sacraleena caught a suspect in that string of
rapes. Have you heard?” Zachary said.
I didn’t hear. What happened?”
“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
the creep gets life.”
“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.
“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
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
“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.”
textbook, but he was having trouble reading. He sat there, motionless.
After a few minutes, he closed the book, stood up, and walked away.
THE PARKING LOT
THIRTEEN: OPERATION MOVED
FIFTEEN: THE DISCUSSION
2007 Tom Alciere