Finn, Quinn, and River walked toward the cafeteria to meet with Ham, Frank, Kev, Abe, and Rush . Whatever was going on with this guy was damn sure weird.
“What’s up?” asked Frank.
“We had a strange experience today when we went to pick up Willa from her exams,” said Finn.
“Pick her up? I thought she drove,” said Kev suddenly concerned.
“She did, which was part of the problem.”
They explained what Willa had experienced and then what they witnessed during lunch. There was nothing concrete to say that this guy was up to some shit but everything they saw was pointing in that direction.
“What did Hiro come up with?” asked Ham.
“So far, just that he was a transfer student but he’s having a hard time finding photos of this guy, other than student ID’s,” said Quinn.
“Why am I not feeling good about this?” asked Kev.
“For the same reason I wasn’t, sir. There’s definitely something weird happening with the dude, we just don’t know what it is. What makes it worse, is that he seems unusually interested in Willa.”
“I trust you boys, but I want to know what the fuck is happening with all of this,” said Kev.
“We’ll keep you informed, Kev,” said Ham.
He nodded and stood to find Tila so he could ease her concerns as well. Although, in fairness, his concerns were greater than when he sat down.
“I think we need to speak with some of her classmates,” said Frank. “And I think we should do it when this guy isn’t around. Do we have a list of their names?”
“Already got that,” said River.
“Okay, we’ll send some guys to speak with them before her Friday exam. Why are these being done in person anyway? Don’t they do everything virtually now?” asked Ham.
“For a normal undergraduate program, yes. But this is a specialized master’s program and there are some labs and live demonstrations they have to complete,” said Finn.
“Okay. Irish, Hoot, and Gator should get into town and see if they can speak to someone.”
It took three tries to find someone who was actually at home. As it turned out, they were sisters, not twins but close enough.
“Hi, are you Samantha?” asked Gator.
“Arantha,” smiled the girl. Gator frowned. “Sorry, our parents had a weird sense of humor. My sister is Samantha. I’m eleven months older. Irish twins.”
“Hey, that’s what they call me. Irish,” he grinned.
“Can I help you guys?” she asked.
“We’re friends of Willa’s and we just wanted to ask you some questions about one of your classmates,” said Hoot.
“Let me guess. Morris.”
“So, he’s been weird with you?” asked Hoot.
“Why don’t you guys come in and I’ll get my sister. We were just studying.”
They stepped inside the small apartment and took a seat in the living area. The place was relatively clean, with a few dirty coffee cups sitting around. When the sister walked out, they all realized that the women could have been twins other than the length of their hair.
“Hi,” said Samantha. “Ara said you guys had some questions about Morris.”
“Yes, thank you for talking to us. Willa was a bit concerned by his reactions to her announcement today. Did you guys notice that?” asked Gator.
