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table.    The detective pulled a notebook from
his pocket and sat next to Cynthia.    Grant
introduced him to Cynthia.    “Detective
Morgan is going to take down your statement, okay?”    She sniffed and glanced fearfully at
the cops.    Detective Morgan
glanced over his shoulder at the young cop.    “Did you read her rights?”    “Yes, sir, right before you came in,”
the young man stated respectfully.    “Okay,
Cynthia.    What is your full
name?”    “Cynthia Ann
Kirby.”    “Walk us through
what occurred this evening starting before you came to the library.”    She cleared her throat and looked
nervous. “We...went out for pizza after seeing Professor Thomas and Ms.
Mac at the grocery store earlier in the evening.   Then we went back to the dorm.”    “Who’s we?”    “Excuse me.    Brittany...Brittany Snow and
me.”    “Okay, so you and
Brittany went out for pizza, then went back to the dorm.    What next?”
    “Brittany   was really upset at seeing Ms. Mac
kiss Professor Thomas at the grocery store and wouldn’t stop bitching about
it.” Detective Morgan cut his eyes over at me and I felt my face flush
with embarrassment.    Grant
squeezed my hand.    The
detective looked back at Cynthia.    “What
exactly did   Brittany   say?”    “She was ranting and raving about how
Grant...Professor Thomas...belonged to her and that Ms. Mac was a shameless
slut for throwing herself at him like that.    I tried to tell her that it looked
like Professor Thomas was an equal participant in the kiss and seemed to be
enjoying it.”    I glanced at
Grant and had to smother a giggle when his face turned pink.    He turned his head and winked at me,
making my panties go damp.    Geez,
I must be some kind of sick individual.    My
library has just been trashed and I’m sitting here lusting after Grant’s body.
    “Did Brittany say anything else?”   Detective Morgan brought my attention back to Cynthia’s story.   “She...she seemed to get angrier and angrier
until Tanya told her she should quit bitching and do something about it.”   “Tanya?   Who’s that?” the detective asked gruffly.   “Tanya Brinkleman.   She’s our other roommate.”   Morgan wrote down the name.   “She’s...I don’t want to say anything bad
about her.”   “If this Tanya is involved
in the library vandalism, we need to know,” he admonished her gruffly.   Sniffing again, Cynthia continued.   “Tanya is kind of...I don’t know...dark.   Do you know what I mean?”   “You mean her race?”   “No...she’s really blonde like Brittany.   She and Brit could be twins,
practically.   No, I mean her...her
personality.   She has this way of looking
at you that is really sort of creepy.”   “What do you mean?”
    “Well, she dresses all in black, like one of those Goths when we were
in high school.   And she almost never
smiles.   When she does, it’s this cold,
almost calculating smile like...like she’s imagining you being slowly tortured
and she enjoys it.   I took a criminal
justice class my senior year in high school and we did this section on serial
killers.   I don’t like to talk bad about
people but Tanya reminds me of a mentally deranged serial killer.”   I gasped at her description and Grant wrapped
his arm around my shoulders.   What
kind of young people are we surrounded with nowadays?   “Okay, Cynthia,” Morgan continued.   “You, Brittany, and Tanya are discussing
Professor Thomas and Ms. MacDonagh.   Was
anyone else there?”   She shook her
head.   “No, it was just us.”   “Walk us through what happened next.”
    “Well, then Tanya gets this crazy idea that Brittany should do
something to...you know...warn Ms. Mac to stay away from Professor Thomas.   I tried to talk Brittany out of it but,” she
lowered her head and began to softly cry.   Raising her eyes, she looked at me.   “I’m so