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raining.”
    Immediately, Bret stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and looked out. The sun was bright and warm. “Oh, yeah.” she said sarcastically. “It’s pouring.” She shut the door. “Jesse, there’s not a cloud in the sky.”
    “It was raining.”
    “When?”
    “This morning. We waited for it to stop. It didn’t.”
    “Right. You called off on purpose, didn’t you?”
    “Yes, I did.” He shook his head. “No, Bret, It was raining. Feel.” He grabbed her hand and laid it on his thigh. “My jeans are still wet.”
    “Ew.” She shook my hand. “Probably sweat.”
    He just stared.
    “Fine.” She turned from him.
    “Fine?” he chuckled. “It’s fine that I’m home. Thanks for permission. You act like I’m in the way or something.”
    “You are.”
    “Of what?”
    Smug, Bret cocked her head. “My day. So there. I’m not making you lunch. I cook for you enough.”
    “Bret, I still have my lunch from this morning.”
    “That’s foul.”
    Jesse gave up. After giving his stock, ‘whatever’, he headed up stairs.
    “You’re not going to sleep are you?” She yelled up.
    “No. But so what if I am. I’ll be out of the way of your day.” He yelled down.
    “I just made the beds. Don’t sit on them.”
    “I’m taking a shower.”
    “OK, but I just used the Daily Clean. So squirt the doors when you’re finished.”
    The closing of the bathroom door was his only response. He was either going to follow her instructions, or he was just ignoring her. She banked on the lat t er and returned to the computer.
    Her message to Chuck was simple: ‘Okay , routed from your mother. Hope you get it this time. I can’t believe you haven’t received these pictures yet.’ After attaching the photos, she hit ‘send’ in her fourth attempt to electronically reach Chuck.
     
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    Chuck laughed i n complete enjoyment , gloating — as if anyone was around to see it. “Yeah, right.” He said to himself in his car. “This is nothing.” Laughing aloud, he viewed via his phone the pictures that Bret sent him; p ictures that had got ten lost in the electronic universe for some odd reason. “Thank you,” h e said then typed it in as a reply.
    He put the phone in the glove compartment, checked the tiny recorder, and opened the door to his car. A good whiff of the spring air lifted his chest and a grin crossed his face as he took a good glance at a building on the grounds of West Virginia University.
    Chuck glanced down at the call log in his small notebook and made a check mark as he proceeded to the building. The door was open, and he followed the directions hand - written on that sheet.
    Empty corridors struck him as odd seeing how it was the middle of the day. Though some classes were done for the summer, surely there had to be students remaining. He saw them about campus.
    Another turn of the bend, and he caught glimpse of the yellow ‘do not cross’ tape that plastered the set of double doors.
    It had to be the room. It was.
    The room number and name matched the information Chuck had. Mini - cam tucked in his chest pocke t, Chuck snapped a few pictures and then reached for the handle.
    “May I help you?” A female voice called out.
    Chuck turned around. “Hi, Chuck Wright, I’m a reporter with the Johnstown Democrat.”
    She didn’t recognize the name of the paper; that was obvious.
    So Chuck lied. “And also with People Magazine.”
    The woman smiled brightly, “Yes. How can I help you?”
    Chuck pointed at the doors. “Professor Cobb. Where can I find him?”
    She shook her head. “I haven’t a clue.”
    “Do you work here?”
    “Yes, I do. I’m Assistant Dean.”
    Chuck snorted a laugh. “And you don’t kno w where he is. He’s the head of. …” He reviewed his notes. “Geology?”
    “Ecological Studies. And I don’t know where he is.”
    “Did he just leave? Vacation? What?”
    “They took him.”
    “Who?” Chuck started to take notes.
    “Afte r the incident, he