Sunny
After finishinga few of my classes for the day, I head out of the main Spine Ridge University building together with Delilah and my other friends, but I stop in my tracks from the ruckus up ahead near the Tartarus House.
“What’s going on?” Delilah asks.
Frowning, I reply, “I don’t know.”
And I don’t like not knowing what’s going on one bit.
We speed-walk toward the Tartarus House, and I clench my bag tightly as I push through the crowd to see what’s actually happening there, but I stop in my tracks the second I spot the police tape being wrapped around the porch.
Several cops are marking off spots on the ground and taking photographs, and my otherwise calm demeanor in public is shot to bits.
Someone talked.
Dean Felix barges through the people beside me and stops right in front of two officers. “What is going on?”
“This is an active crime scene as of now.”
He frowns. “Why was I not informed of this beforehand?”
“Because we do not want to give anyone the opportunity to cover up.” A familiar voice makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Foley.
He casually strolls out of the rose garden with a notebook in his hand and a pen in the other, and the absolute gall of the smirk that slowly forms on his face when he sees Felix’s fury makes me fall only that much harder for him.
This fucker … he’s truly got a death wish going up against the Riveras.
“Since your campus is obviously not a safe haven,” he adds.
“Nonsense,” Felix rebukes, and he points at Foley’s chest. “You’d better have a good explanation for this. We agreed to active police protection, not taping off entire sections of the campus. This is outrageous, and you fucking know it.”
Foley doesn’t waver. “A possible murder on campus is anything but outrageous.”
Shocking gasps emanate from the people behind me.
“What murder?” Felix barks.
“An officer was taken from the grounds. We’ve found traces of blood.”
More audible gasps fill the air.
Foley hands Rivera a bunch of papers. “This whole area will be off-limits for the foreseeable future.”
Dean Rivera inspects the papers. “How long?”
“As long as necessary until we find the culprit. Or the missing officer. Whichever comes first.”
Foley tilts his head and smiles, but then his eyes filter through the crowd and stop once they connect with mine.
The air feels knocked out of my lungs.
This is bad.
Very fucking bad.
The chance of them finding something is huge, since those boys were amateurs and didn’t know how to properly clean up after a killing spree.
