Albertson, we have over eighteen thousand students enrolled in this school. It doesn't bode well for you that we are barely out of our first week and I already know your name and student ID number by heart.'
'I didn't-'
He turned his attention to Faith. 'I'm Dean Martinez,' he said, offering his hand. 'You're here about Adam Humphries?'
She shook his hand. 'Humphrey,' she corrected.
'I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances.' He kept ignoring Tommy, who muttered an insult under his breath before he skulked away. 'Maybe you could walk with me? I'm sorry that it seems like I'm not giving this the attention I should, but the first week of school is grueling and I'm between meetings.'
'Of course.' She caught the scent of his cologne as she followed him toward the stairs. Though it was late in the day, he was clean-shaven and his suit was still neatly pressed. Not counting Will Trent-and why would she?-it had been a long time since Faith had been around a man who paid attention to basic hygiene.
'Here,' Victor said, reaching into the breast pocket of his jacket. 'This is the master key to his room, his class schedule and his contact details.' His hand brushed hers as he gave her the paper, and Faith was so surprised by the sensation it brought that she dropped the paper.
'Whoops,' he said, kneeling down to retrieve it. The moment could have been awkward-Victor on one knee in front of her- but he managed to make it look graceful, scooping up the page and standing in one fluid motion.
'Thank you,' Faith managed, trying not to sound as stupid as she felt.
'I'm sorry it took so long to clear this through legal, but the university has to cover its ass.'
She scanned the paper, a familiar-looking student application with all the pertinent information. 'Your candor is refreshing.'
He smiled, lightly holding the railing as they walked down the stairs. 'Can you tell me a little bit about what's going on? I've heard the news, of course. It's extraordinary.'
'It is,' she agreed. 'I don't know what they're saying, but I really can't comment on an ongoing investigation.'
'I understand,' he responded. 'The police department has an ass, too.'
She laughed. 'That could be taken two different ways, Dean Martinez.'
He stopped on the next landing. 'Victor, please.'
She stopped, too. 'Faith.'
'I love the old-fashioned names,' he told her, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.
'I'm named after my grandmother.'
'Beautiful,' he said, and she got the distinct impression he wasn't commenting on the tradition of passing down family names. 'Do you mind my asking why you look so familiar to me?'
Despite the circumstances, there had definitely been some sort of flirting banter between them. Faith took a moment to mourn the loss of it before saying, 'You probably saw me at freshman orientation. My son is a student here.'
He did a terrific impression of a deer staring down an eighteen-wheeler. 'Our youngest student is sixteen.'
'My son is eighteen.'
His throat moved as he swallowed, then came the forced chuckle. 'Eighteen.'
'Yep.' There was nothing to do with the awkward moment but talk over it. 'Thank you for the key. I'll make sure it's returned to your office. I'm sure my boss will want to interview some of the students tonight. We'll be as respectful as we can, but I would appreciate your informing campus security so we don't have any problems. You might get some angry phone calls from parents. I'm sure you're used to dealing with that.'
'Certainly. I'll be glad to run interference.' He started down the stairs. 'I really must get to that meeting.'
'One more thing?' Faith was only doing her job, but she had to admit it was somewhat rewarding seeing the fear in his eyes as he waited. 'Can you tell me why Tommy Albertson is already on your radar?'
'Oh.' The dean was obviously relieved it was that easy. 'Towers and Glenn have a running rivalry. There are usually some good-natured pranks back and forth, but Mr. Albertson took it a bit far. They're sketchy on the details, but knowing how these things work, I assume water balloons were involved. The floor was wet. People were injured. One boy had to be taken to the hospital.'
That would explain the cast on Gabe's arm.
'Thank you.' Faith shook his hand again. This time, his eyes didn't crinkle when he smiled, and he let her go down the stairs ahead of him. He seemed to hesitate when they got outside, but once he figured out she was going right, he took a quick left toward the back of the quad.
Faith made her way toward her car, wondering what the hell had happened to Will Trent. She found him leaning over her Mini, his elbows resting on the roof. He had his head in his hands, the phone to his ear. His jacket was draped across the hood.
As Faith drew closer, she could make out what he was saying. 'Yes, sir. I'll make sure someone is there to meet you at the airport tomorrow. Just call me back with your flight information.' He glanced up, and there was so much pain in his expression that she made herself look away. 'Thank you, sir. I'll do everything I can.'
She heard the phone snap closed. He cleared his throat. 'Sorry, the sheriff called back with a number for the Humphreys. I wanted to get that over with as soon as possible.' He cleared his throat. 'They're about six hours from a major airport. They're going to drive down tonight and try to get the first flight out tomorrow morning, but it lays over in Salt Lake. Depending on whether or not they get routed through Dallas, it could take them anywhere from seven to twelve hours to get here.' He cleared his throat. 'I told them to call the airline directly, explain their situation, and see what can be done.'
Faith could not imagine what sitting in a car, waiting around at all those airports would feel like. Maddening, she guessed; the most painful day of any parent's life. She chanced a look at Will. His usual passive expression had returned. 'Did they have anything?'
He shook his head. 'Adam doesn't have a car here. He's been to Atlanta twice. The first time, he flew down with his father for orientation, stayed three days, then flew back. Both parents drove him down two weeks ago to help him settle into the dorm.'
'From Oregon?' she asked, surprised. 'How many days did that take?'
'The mom said they took a week, but they stopped to see things along the way. Apparently, they're into camping.'
'That jibes with the outdoor magazines I found in his room,' Faith said, thinking she would just as soon slit her wrists as drive across America. Add Jeremy into the road trip, and they would be looking at a murder/suicide. 'So, he's been in Atlanta for fourteen days.'
'Right,' Will said. 'They've never heard of either Kayla Alexander or Emma Campano. As far as they know, Adam wasn't seeing anyone. He had a girlfriend back home but she moved to New York last year-she's some kind of dancer. It was a mutual split and he's dated off and on since then, but nothing serious. They have no idea why Emma's picture was in his wallet.' He rubbed his jaw, his fingers finding the line of the scar. 'The mother said that his laptop was stolen last week. They reported it to campus security, but she didn't think it was taken seriously.'
Faith figured that was her cue. She told him about Gabe and Tommy, the girlfriend who might have gone to Westfield. As she spoke, she figured she should come clean and told him about shouldering Tommy into the hallway. She also told him about Victor Martinez's comments, though she held back the embarrassing parts for the sake of her own dignity.
Instead of railing her for assault and battery against Albertson, Will asked, 'What are there, around fifty bars in Buckhead?'
'At least.'
'I guess it's worth a try calling around to see if we can find her,' he said. 'I hate to say it, but at this point, a girlfriend who might have gone to the same school as Emma and Kayla and who's dating a friend of Adam's is the only lead we've got to follow.'
Neither one of them had to vocalize the obvious: every hour that ticked by made it harder to find the killer, and less likely that they would find Emma alive.
He started pressing numbers on his phone. 'Someone called while I was talking to the parents,' he explained. 'Put the incident with Albertson in your report, then put it out of your mind. We've got much bigger problems to
