Page 47 of Boys Who Taint

I follow him up the stairs to his office on the third floor, and he shuts the door behind us.

“What did you hear?” he asks.

“A girl said his wrists were slit.” I suck in a breath. “Who was it?”

“Derrick Vanderbilt. His parents have already been notified.”

“Do you know who did it?” I ask.

“No, and I don’t want any rumors circulating about his death. Don’t say a word to anyone.”

Too late for that.

I rub my lips together. “Got it.”

He grabs a cigarette and lights it up while staring out the window. I rarely see him smoke, if ever. This must be bad. “This school already has enough problems with law enforcement as it is. I’m sure Foley will be very fucking pleased with this.”

“Foley?” I mutter.

Someone knocks on the door, and Felix grumbles, “Come in.”

“Hello, Rivera.” A guy with tousled dark brown hair and plenty of tattoos waltzes into his office. “Nice to see you again.”

“Likewise, Foley…” Felix groans as he sits down at his desk.

So this is Agent Foley?

“Another murder on these grounds …” The agent scoffs. “Too many if you ask me.”

“The investigation hasn’t even started yet. Don’t make assumptions,” Felix retorts.

“He was tied up and his wrists were slit,” Agent Foley says.

“Self-inflicted, maybe,” Felix answers.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it. No one ties themselves up in the girls’ bathroom.”

“You don’t know that.”

Agent Foley snorts but doesn’t reply.

“I promise you, we will do everything we can to take care of this mess,” Felix says. “And we will provide the parents with whatever they need.”

“I’m sure you will.” Agent Foley taps his foot. “I want a few extra eyes on this campus. Just in case.”

“Unnecessary.”

“It’s a priority with students dying,” he says. “And I don’t want anyone to rest until the killer is identified.”

“There isnokiller,” Felix says sternly.

Who is this guy?

He glances at me, and I feel caught listening to a conversation I shouldn’t be present for.

“Shouldn’t you be in class? Why are you even here?”

“She’s family,” Felix answers as he leans back in his seat. “And we were talking before you came barging into my office.”

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