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