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“So you
saw him following you. Did he speak to you?”
    Recalling
some of the weird things Nethiun had said, I blushed. “Uh.
Yeah. He told me he'd been following me for a while, and he knew my
name.”
    Sighing,
the detective wrote something down. “Fingers crossed, did he
tell you what he wanted, or who he was?”
    Laughing
a little cynically, I tugged the ends of my hair. “Actually,
no and yes. He wouldn't say what he was following me for. But, he
did tell me his name—and please don't laugh—he called
himself Nethiun.”
    “ Nethiun?”
    Closing
my eyes, I drained my coffee cup. “Weird, right?”
    “ Maybe
a fake name,” he mused. “Hmn. Anything else?”
    Thinking
of how he had teased me about the stale bread, I bit my lip. “Nope.”
    The
broad man leaned back in his chair, considering what he had written
down. “Well, Gale, from what you've said, there isn't much I
can do. I'm sorry to say that. While I'm glad you reported this, we
can't act on anything unless this guy actually does something.”
    My
belly felt cold. I wished I had more coffee. “Wait, what? I
don't understand. He followed me and admitted to stalking me!”
    “ I'm
really sorry,” he said, scratching at the back of his skull.
“I wish I could do more, but it isn't illegal to follow
someone.”
    Shocked
by the turn this had taken, I looked down at my hands as they gave a
twinge of pain. I was gripping the edge of the table so hard, my
knuckles looked like bone.
    Gently,
I let go, folding them in my lap. I could control that, but not the
anger in my voice. “So coming here was a waste of time.”
    “ No,
no, don't say that. If this guy does something, now we have a trail
started to work from!”
    “ Yeah,”
I said, my tone acid with disdain, “or, he murders me because
he's a crazy person stalking me around campus. I guess after that,
you sure can do something.” Standing so fast my chair almost
tipped over, I hoisted my backpack. “Thanks for everything,
detective.”
    Remmy
lifted a hand, clearly wanting me to come back, but I wouldn't have
it. After talking myself into finally coming to the police station,
I felt worse than ever.
    How
could a situation like this have actually made everything worse?
    I
should never have bothered, I
thought bitterly, stalking out the front doors without looking back. I
should never have wasted my time. That's all it was. A waste.
    Stomping
into the cold evening, I headed up the sidewalk towards the west
district. It was where I was supposed to meet up with Becky.
    Part
of me wanted nothing more than to head to the dorms and marathon
awful episodes of cooking shows. I was miserable, frustrated with
being told I couldn't be helped.
    The
last thing I want to do now is go out and party.
    However,
if there was something I hated more, it was disappointing people.
I'd promised Becky I would go out, I didn't need to make her angry
with me with everything else I was dealing with.
    The
Gold Boar wasn't far, I wished the walk had been longer. By the time
I arrived, I was still seething from my meeting with the detective.
    Pushing
through the spinning door with its elaborate yellow curling designs,
I felt the wave of heat and sound hit me at the same time.
    The
inside of the restaurant, which was more of a club than the name
suggested, was bustling. It was a young crowd, especially since
there was no age limit on entry. It was one of the few in the area
that ran that way, but it drew much of the freshmen on campus for
that reason.
    Looking
around, my feet itched to let me backtrack out the door. I thought,
perhaps, if I moved fast enough... Becky
might never even miss me if I say I showed up and couldn't find her.
    My
glimmer of freedom vanished when the dark-haired woman slammed into
me with a squealing hug.
    “ Gale!
You made it! I thought you might bail, I'm so impressed you didn't!”
    Hugging
her with a sheepish smile, I untangled myself and held her at a
distance. She was dressed to the nines, as