With an hour left, I went back to the office downstairs and ordered ten pizzas of different flavors and sizes. I opened the table and took out a check with the name of Eaton Criminal Justice College. This is the scope of classroom use, right
Lacey was sitting on my table when I came back. When I approached, she turned around, "Hey, Professor"
I plopped and sat next to her, patted her thigh lightly, and asked, "What did you do today?"
"I'll do something," she pinched my leg.
I pinched her back. "I hope you know what you are doing, Liz."
"It's just a harmless joke. If I sit in his car, wouldn't his monitoring be easier?"
"Who will go to the locker room to help you?" She raised her eyebrows and I couldn't help laughing.
Twenty minutes later, the pizza came, and the students gave me a hundred tribute. I took two of the best slices and returned to my table. Ashley Andrews plopped and sat next to me, eating a slice of cheese. If I were five years younger, I would not hesitate to break the long-standing tradition and not beat your students to their heads.
Ashley has jet-black hair and dark olive skin. It looks like she is from Tuscany, where her parents have been living until today. Ashley picked a mushroom from my pizza, put it on a piece of cheese, and took a bite. She leaned forward, trying to grasp a piece of nǎi mouth dripping with cheese, revealing a small dolphin tattoo on the bottom of her back, and the tiny opening of a purple thong.
Please give me a bucket.
"Although she and Connor may be disappointed with his dick size after being together."
Connor’s unit is like an anaconda that is digesting a two-foot-long salami. I want to know how Ashley accidentally discovered the eighth wonder of the world. There was a rumor in the Bangor Jǐng police station that when Connor was peeing, he threw the water bottle into the toilet to blow bubbles.
I asked: "Where did you hear about Connor?"
"Your sister told me. She said it stimulated her tonsils, not when she was doing what you thought."
I decided to change the subject, "How is your love life?"
She rubbed my leg, "It's not as interesting as I thought."
Lacey said Ashley would send her to Connor's house, and I locked the classroom. I was about to drive home when I suddenly realized that I didn't know where my home was. My house will be sealed off for another day or two, Caitlin’s house is impossible. There is only one option left-Alex's. I was only ten minutes away from her house. If I remember correctly, her original words were: "You know that I am the only person in that big house.". You are welcome in any room. "
I walked towards her house. I mean, what can be the worst case? Then I thought of the best result. I smiled and said to myself.
When I parked the car in front of Alex's house, the door opened inward. I wanted to jump out and cut a few wires, but I think I have done enough damage to Alex's property. Her jeep is parked where she usually parks, and I parked where I usually park.
I walked to the front door, and a minute later, the door opened inward. Alex combed his hair back and put the rimless glasses on his nose. She wore a white vest, no bra, and BC company mesh sports shorts. I'm not sure if Alex's rǔ is because of me or because of the cold weather, but anyway, they are testing the limits of the cotton gin.
She put her hands on her chest and said, "Oh, it's you."
This is not what a guest who breaks into someone else's home desires. She turned around, the door was ajar, and I ran back into the car and took out the bag from the trunk. When I came back, Alex was standing in the doorway, her torpedo covered under a huge Winnie the Pooh hooded sweatshirt. What's the matter with the woman and that damn bear
I followed Alex to a large room with bathroom. The shower was empty and had not been used since the beginning. I told her that I needed a bath, and she asked me if I needed to borrow a razor. I have a feeling that this is an interesting question; most women don't care if you shave cleanly, unless they plan to let your cheek touch their cheeks.
I told her that I was okay in that regard, but I could use some soap and shampoo. She hid in the room opposite me and returned with the above-mentioned necessities. I jumped into the shower, dried the water on my body, and put on a clean boxer and a pair of light blue running shoes. I took out a red hooded sweatshirt from my bag and opened it. I twisted my head through the opening of the hood, and when I finally passed through, I had a new understanding of the birth ceremony. My wrists are three or four inches out, and when I take a deep breath, my waist rises above my belly button.
I walked into the living room and Alex was sitting on the leather sofa switching channels on the flat-screen TV. She looked at me carefully before bursting into a burst of laughter. I rushed in front of her and said, "I bought it at the Nautica store. This is an extra-large one."
"Are you sure you accidentally ran into the Nautica Children's Band?"
"There is a Nautica child?"
"Nautica is on the east side of the pavilion, and Nautica Children’s Pavilion is on the west."
Well, since I haven't ventured to the East Side yet, I think we have discovered this problem by accident. "I don't understand why the clerk asked me if I was teaching my son to sail."
She grinned. "Come on, change me."
Before I could refuse, she took off the Pooh's sweatshirt and prepared to trade. I retracted my head into the womb and passed the sweatshirt to Alex. She put on a sweatshirt, which fits perfectly. I put on Pooh's sweatshirt, if I say that this is not the most comfortable clothes I have worn, it is a lie.
Alex hid in the kitchen, and I ran into the car to get the phone. I turned on the phone and found that there were five missed calls from the same number. The area code is 60. 60 refers to Virginia. Virginia means FBI. The FBI refers to Todd Gregory, Wade Gleason, or Charles Mangrossen, and I don’t want to be punished severely by any of them.
I dialed Lacey's phone, confirmed that she was okay, and then heard Connor asking to speak to me at the front desk, so I hung up.
When I walked into the living room, Alex was walking in with two bottles of beer and a plate of cheese and biscuits. I grabbed a slice of salami and sat next to her with a plop. My phone rang, I checked the number and it was 60 again.
I set the phone to vibrate and put it on the glass coffee table. The phone stopped pulsing and started working again after ten seconds. Alex raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to answer the phone?"
She picked up the phone and I asked, "Is it the 60 area code?"
"Yes."
"Don't pick it up."
She smiled triumphantly. "Why, you have a female friend in New Hampshire, and you still owe her child's alimony?"
"No. Why?"
60 is New Hampshire
I did myself again. "No, 60 is Virginia."
She shook her head. "My grandparents live in New Hampshire. It's 60, trust me."
The phone has stopped vibrating, and I grabbed it from Alex's open palm. I called back again, and the phone rang halfway, "Mr. Prescott?"
I don't recognize this voice. "Who are you?"
"I'm Kevin, your neighbor."
Ah oh.
I took a deep breath and asked, "Why do you have the area code for New Hampshire?"
"That's where my dad lives." His voice became hoarse. "You said I will call you if I see the boat"
Super bad.
"when?"
"Half an hour ago. We saw it stop to the lighthouse on the way out." I was already at the door. "Is the boat still there?"
"No, it just left."
Super bad.
When I walked to the Range Rover, I hung up the phone. The only difference between this time and forty-eight hours ago is that Alex has fastened his seat belt on the passenger seat.
As we approached the door, Alex rolled down the window and pressed her exit code. I speeded past the box, hit the door at about forty o'clock, and wore it as a decoration on the hood for half a block.
Alex rolled the window and said, "I hate that door."
I looked at the dashboard: it was 10:7 in the evening. The second woman was found at 11:11 in the evening in October.
We stopped right in front of my house at eleven. I drove through the yard, around the house, along the beach, to the foot of the granite breakwater. The surface of the water was filled with dense fog, and the lower part of the granite was completely obscured. I recognized two beams of light on the shore, and it turned out that Kevin and his accomplices were holding flashlights. When the Fog broke out for the first time, Alex and I rushed to them. The children wanted to participate, too, and I had to yell. To sprinkle salt on the wound, Alex and I took their flashlights.
We walked fast until we encountered heavy fog. It is very thick, and the fold of the flashlight makes it difficult for me to see my contact lenses. Speaking of weird. You can hear the calls of seagulls and the sound of waves hitting the breakwater, but you can't see anything. So we were playing a game of hopscotch there, passing through huge gaps, seagulls humming, waves crashing against the waves, blowing fog horns, Thomas Prescott yelling swearing.
The fog horn rang fifteen times, and the two of us finally got behind the lighthouse. There is a small pier to the south of the lighthouse, and I noticed that the cables in the current were tumbling. I carved this on the whiteboard in my head, and then pulled myself to the 7-foot-high concrete foundation to the lighthouse. To the lighthouse, it had been torn apart from the hinges, and the concrete steps were soaked with seawater. I illuminate the spiral staircase with a flashlight, and illuminate the three-and-a-half levels of stairs. There is no blood yet.
As I walked up the first flight of stairs, I took a deep breath of pungent lighthouse air. The walls are covered with lime and sodium nitrate deposits, a bit reminiscent of my bathroom when I was in college. Alex and I took the first turn and continued to climb up the spiral staircase. The fog broke out, and the whole building shook almost to collapse. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)