“But it’s not, babe,” said Finn hugging her. “You and I both know it’s not real and your grade is secure. We’ve taken steps to ensure that the university is aware of what’s happening. He can’t go back there.”
“His office.”
“What?” frowned Ham.
“His office,” she repeated. “That office was like his most precious possession at the university. If he forgot something during a class he refused to let anyone retrieve it for him. When you went into his office it was always neat, clean, perfectly designed but you weren’t allowed to touch anything, look through a book, or borrow anything. Something could be in his office.”
“Good job, Willa,” smiled Gator. “Moose? Christian? Head back to the university and get in there. See if our friend in security will let you in. If not, do it anyway. Someone always leaves something behind.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Moose and Christian stepped back into the building where the professor’s office was located. The security guard they’d met the other day wasn’t on duty but the one who was gladly allowed them in.
“I think the dude’s a creep,” he said.
“Why do you say that?” asked Christian.
“I don’t know. It’s just a feeling. The way he looks at the girls without looking at them. Does that make sense?” Moose nodded.
“Go on.”
“Well, sir. He always thinks he’s being sly, his head down and stuff. But, do you remember in high school when your teachers would wait outside the classroom or sit outside in the halls during breaks or something?”
Both men nodded, listening intently.
“This is college. Not high school. Kids come in and out of classrooms at odd times for all sorts of reasons. He would take a chair and sit outside the door pretending to read a book. They were always religious books but I never once saw him open the bible.”
“Religious books? What do you mean?” asked Christian.
“I mean likeHow to Make Your Wife Obey Your Commands, that kind of bullshit.”
“Is there a book called that?” frowned Moose. “Believe me, my wife would make me eat it if she saw that in my hand.”
“I hear ‘ya,” said the guard. “Anyway, he was just really weird. There was this one student, Allison. She wasn’t very pretty, a little on this thick side, if you know what I mean.”
“We know what you mean,” frowned Christian.
“Hey, I’m not knocking it. It’s just that around here it seems the girls are all pretty and thin. Anyway, she actually liked the guy. She would talk to him, sit with and ask about the book, all of it.”
“Did he respond to her?” asked Moose.
“He did but it was like he was forcing himself to do it. You could tell that she was not the girl he was interested in speaking with.”
“Do you know her last name?” asked Moose.
“Sure. Allison Morgan. She still attends here but I don’t see her as much. She’s majoring in chemistry.” The men nodded at him as he opened the office door for them. “There you go. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”
“Thanks, man.” As he walked away Christian tapped his comms. “I’m going to assume that you heard that and are looking for Allison Morgan.”
“Already on it. We’ve got a few guys going out to see if she’s home. We’ll let you know,”said Tanner.
The two men stepped inside the office, noting the lemony smell of cleaning fluid. In spite of the adventure the day before, other than desk being moved, it was neat and clean.
They began pulling books off the shelf, most to do with nursing, chemistry, pharmacology, or biology. He did have some books on engineering, government, and law which seemed out of place. Each one was fanned, to look for potential hidden documents or photos.
“Coverture? What’s this?” asked Moose.
“Coverture is an old law that said upon marriage, a woman's legal rights were suspended, placing her under the protection, that’s bullshit for control, of her husband. I get the protection thing, but control?” frowned Christian. “Can you picture any of our wives giving up all control to us?”
