Page 374 of Sticks and Stones
“Do you give tests?” he asked, playing the man’s game. They needed him to admit he knew the men, or this was going to be a shit interview that got them nowhere.
The man stared at him.
“Of course, I do. Why?”
Ethan went there.
“So you don’t grade the tests you give to them?” he asked, calmly.
The man hesitated, and Ethan knew he was trying to figure out where this was going.
Nowhere good.
That was for sure.
Finally, he answered.
“Yes, I grade them, but my TA puts the grades in the book. I don’t do that. I also don’t pay attention to the names. I simply read the papers, and grade the tests.”
Well, two could play that game.
“Oh, and who has been doing that since Graham went missing weeks ago?” Ethan asked.
Gene wanted to laugh. Ethan was the last person you wanted to play a game of mental gymnastics with, in a questioning.
He was damn good at this.
Harrison paused, and then needed to know.
“Is this necessary?” he asked, skipping the question like he had every right to dismiss it in the world. “I’m still not sure why you’re here. That might be helpful to know since I’m being incredibly nice.”
Spoiler…
He wasn’t.
Technically, he was evading—not being nice.
“Just answer the question,” Gene said. “Because we’re curious how fast you replaced him. Then, we can discuss why we’re here.”
The man stood his ground.
“I don’t think I like what you’re insinuating,” he admitted.
Gene didn’t give two shits what he liked or didn’t like. The man was giving off that vibe, and Gene was like a Bloodhound.
He was on the scent, and not letting go. In fact, he was willing to bet that Harrison Dunne knew exactly what this was about.
His TA went missing, and he dreaded this conversation, but why?
Gene was betting sex.
Things aways came down to a few things.
Sex.
Money.
Hate.
