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Especially the part where I got to
     watch Dixie crawl under barbed-wire fences--uh, make that roll under barbed-wire fences--and scale tall walls in a single bound.
    "Bring her along," Dawkins said, motioning to me. "We'll see what the cowgirl's made of."
    "Bullshit," Dixie suggested with a laugh. I flipped her off under the table.
    "Later," Dawkins said, then did that trademark pole-up-the-back trooper walk across the student union and out the front door.
    "He's leaving!" Frankie exclaimed.
    "Yeah? So? He got a call, Brainiac. A ten-something or other. And just when I thought you were so observant," I told Frankie.
    "No! He's leaving!" He pointed to his sharply attired classmate across the way. "We should follow him," my cousin suggested. "See where
     he's going. We have to start somewhere."
    "Uh, isn't it going to look really suspicious if the three of us follow him?" I asked.
    "Remember what Dawkins said. We shouldn't spy solo."
    "But don't you two have class shortly?" I asked.
    Frankie looked at his watch. "Damn. You're right."
    I gathered my stuff. "Let me take a whack at him," I said. "It's broad daylight. What could happen? All the bad stuff happens
     at night, right? Besides, I've got my cell phone and I can call for help if I need to."
    "I dunno..." Frankie said. "It's not SOP. Whaddaya think, Dix?" He turned to his "little" woman.
    She gave me a tight-lipped smile. It was more of a sneer, really. "Like Calamity here said, what could happen?" she echoed.
    "I'll meet you back here at two sharp," I suggested.
    "You hope," Dixie said with a fiendish look.
    I hurried out, finding myself wishing I hadn't been quite so quick in my offer to follow contestant number one in this serial
     stalker version of campus Jeopardy. Alex Trebek, I wasn't.
    I waited until Trevor Childers had reached the corner of the student union and followed in lukewarm pursuit. A light drizzle
     began to fall from low, gray clouds. I pulled my sweatshirt hood up to keep my hair from becoming a sodden mess rather than
     just your basic frizzy mess, and kept a prudent distance. Yes, I can do prudent. Sometimes.
    We headed south across the campus at a brisk pace. I was glad I had chosen to wear my Nike cross-trainers that morning. Not
     that I actually do any cross-training--or any training of any kind for that matter-- but at least I look like I do. And someday,
     I will. Really.
    We approached a rather new-looking building, long and modern, like a medical or dental clinic. Frankie's "loner" moved around
     to the back and down a short flight of stairs. I peeked over the railing to watch him descend before I followed. He approached
     a door on the side, hidden underneath a small parking ramp. I slipped to the corner of the building, concealed myself behind
     a large potted shrub, and looked on as the guy slipped a card into a slot beside the door and waited for the buzzer. He entered
     just as I hoofed it to the door. Whipping a plastic card out of my pocket, I flashed it at him, along with a "thanks, pal"
     smile of camaraderie and gratitude. The guy gave me a curious look but didn't perform a closer inspection of the card in my
     hand. Good thing, as it was a punch card for a free sub sandwich and complimentary fountain drink.
    I pretended to go down a different hall, stopped, then popped my head back around the corner to see which direction Childers
     was headed. He took a hallway to the right and I backtracked on tiptoe to peek down it. A door somewhere down that long, long
     hallway, which brought to mind an industrially austere hospital corridor, clicked shut.
    I headed down the hall, noting the numerous closed doors, many with designations like Exam Room A or B, Storage, Records.
     Some had nothing at all.
    It was like Let's Make A Deal. Pick a door, Tressa. Any door.
    I moseyed down the hallway and started with door number one, which was labeled a storage room. It was locked. I continued.
     Since I really, really wanted an A in Investigative