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worked like a charm. Zack was still chatting with Jennifer and Cindy when Justin yelled up from the bottom of the stairs that he was ready to go. Everyone was glad they'd left.
Gracie parked her bike in the rack on campus and locked it down. She often visited Bill at the lab on Tuesdays, they could talk without being interrupted by his students. They chatted about environmental issues while he conducted his experiments. He was always so afraid someone would steal his work, but she didn't know enough about what he was doing to be a threat, and besides, she was his friend. She'd just been there last week, but wanted to ask him about that conversation she'd overheard at the party.
She walked to a side door in the chemistry building, she knew a shortcut to the lab. When she got there she pounded on the door and yelled, "Bill! It's me, Gracie!"
She got no response, so she knocked again. "Bill? Are you in there? Yell if you're busy, I can wait."
She heard nothing. She tried the door but, as expected, it was locked. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket to check the time - not quite 4:00 PM.
"He's supposed to be there," she said aloud to herself. "Maybe he knocked off early today. Might's well go on home."
Gracie took the long way out, intending to ask Rita if she knew where Bill was. But as she approached the information counter she saw Rita was busy talking to a student and decided not to interrupt.
"I'm Jesse Conover," the young man was saying as Gracie walked by. "I saw him last week and told him I'd come back."
"I'm sorry sir, but the professor is unavailable at the moment," Rita said smoothly. "You'll have to come back tomorrow." She was very good at her job.
Gracie turned her head towards them on hearing the name, odd to hear it when she'd been looking for Bill. The guy glanced over his shoulder at the passing students as he seemed to wonder what to do next. He was medium height and a little thick; with a plain face and sandy brown hair. He reminded Gracie of someone, but she couldn't think who. Maybe she'd seen him around the building before; she didn't pay much attention to the guys, none of them would be interested in a high school girl. She walked on out and biked home.
Gracie checked the answering machine when she got home. Shawna had told her she might be able to take her to the car lot this evening, and she was excited about it. There was indeed a message - but not from Shawna.
"Gracie? This is Jennifer. I, um, thought you should know. I wouldn't, like, talk to your dad about the car for a few days. We got broken into this morning, some stuff was taken. He's not going to be in a good mood for awhile. He's not home yet, but I left him a message. So, you know, don't bug him about it for awhile. Um, Bye."
CHAPTER 7
"What time is it, Love?" Jennifer asked. "Seems like we've been working for
hours
." In spite of having drunk most of the bottle of wine Jennifer was surprised she wasn't tipsy. Apparently she'd needed it to calm herself down.
The den looked better now simply because the cushions were back in place on the furniture. It was a big rectangular room with a yellow spruce floor and wallpaper with subtle rippled stripes in yellow and white. The furniture all stood on chrome legs and was covered in yellow, orange, or brown leather. The chrome and glass coffee and occasional tables echoed the rectilinear theme. In one corner a large mirror was surrounded by glass shelves full of liquor bottles and glassware, with a white marble-topped bar in front. The opposite corner was taken up by a large plasma screen TV and stereo system. The wall next to the television was completely covered by bookshelves above pine cabinets topped with sunshine-yellow cushions to make a bench seat.
Cindy looked up at the clock from where she sat on the floor putting old magazines and games back in the cabinets. "It's just now 5:00," she said. "It does seem like it should be
Gracie parked her bike in the rack on campus and locked it down. She often visited Bill at the lab on Tuesdays, they could talk without being interrupted by his students. They chatted about environmental issues while he conducted his experiments. He was always so afraid someone would steal his work, but she didn't know enough about what he was doing to be a threat, and besides, she was his friend. She'd just been there last week, but wanted to ask him about that conversation she'd overheard at the party.
She walked to a side door in the chemistry building, she knew a shortcut to the lab. When she got there she pounded on the door and yelled, "Bill! It's me, Gracie!"
She got no response, so she knocked again. "Bill? Are you in there? Yell if you're busy, I can wait."
She heard nothing. She tried the door but, as expected, it was locked. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket to check the time - not quite 4:00 PM.
"He's supposed to be there," she said aloud to herself. "Maybe he knocked off early today. Might's well go on home."
Gracie took the long way out, intending to ask Rita if she knew where Bill was. But as she approached the information counter she saw Rita was busy talking to a student and decided not to interrupt.
"I'm Jesse Conover," the young man was saying as Gracie walked by. "I saw him last week and told him I'd come back."
"I'm sorry sir, but the professor is unavailable at the moment," Rita said smoothly. "You'll have to come back tomorrow." She was very good at her job.
Gracie turned her head towards them on hearing the name, odd to hear it when she'd been looking for Bill. The guy glanced over his shoulder at the passing students as he seemed to wonder what to do next. He was medium height and a little thick; with a plain face and sandy brown hair. He reminded Gracie of someone, but she couldn't think who. Maybe she'd seen him around the building before; she didn't pay much attention to the guys, none of them would be interested in a high school girl. She walked on out and biked home.
Gracie checked the answering machine when she got home. Shawna had told her she might be able to take her to the car lot this evening, and she was excited about it. There was indeed a message - but not from Shawna.
"Gracie? This is Jennifer. I, um, thought you should know. I wouldn't, like, talk to your dad about the car for a few days. We got broken into this morning, some stuff was taken. He's not going to be in a good mood for awhile. He's not home yet, but I left him a message. So, you know, don't bug him about it for awhile. Um, Bye."
CHAPTER 7
"What time is it, Love?" Jennifer asked. "Seems like we've been working for
hours
." In spite of having drunk most of the bottle of wine Jennifer was surprised she wasn't tipsy. Apparently she'd needed it to calm herself down.
The den looked better now simply because the cushions were back in place on the furniture. It was a big rectangular room with a yellow spruce floor and wallpaper with subtle rippled stripes in yellow and white. The furniture all stood on chrome legs and was covered in yellow, orange, or brown leather. The chrome and glass coffee and occasional tables echoed the rectilinear theme. In one corner a large mirror was surrounded by glass shelves full of liquor bottles and glassware, with a white marble-topped bar in front. The opposite corner was taken up by a large plasma screen TV and stereo system. The wall next to the television was completely covered by bookshelves above pine cabinets topped with sunshine-yellow cushions to make a bench seat.
Cindy looked up at the clock from where she sat on the floor putting old magazines and games back in the cabinets. "It's just now 5:00," she said. "It does seem like it should be
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