Page 345 of Sticks and Stones
But he wasn’t going to blaze his day away. That was for damn sure.
“Spencer Whitmore?” he asked.
The kid nodded and the whole time, his eyes were huge. He was short, and compared to Gene, the size difference had to be terrifying.
It was almost amusing for Ethan. It appeared that Gene was going to take the bad cop role.
“We’re here to talk to you about your other roommate, Wesley Thorton,” Gene stated.
The kid didn’t look any less freaked out.
“Are you going to arrest me?” he asked. “Because I can’t get kicked out of Temple too.”
Gene glanced over at his partner.
“Can you take care of the problem?” he asked, knowing he’d know what he meant.
Blackhawk nodded, and when he went into Spencer’s room, he found the bowl with the marijuana in it. Taking it to the adjoined bathroom, he flushed it.
“Not now we aren’t going to arrest you,” Gene said, hearing the flush. “If you tell us what you know, we’ll let this go.”
The kid looked relived, and so did Ethan to be out of that room.
“Is there somewhere we can talk?” Gene asked. “We don’t want your high.”
He pointed.
“There’s a community room down the hall,” he said, and they let him lead the way.
Once there, he sat.
“I’m Agent Cantrell, and this is Agent Blackhawk,” he said, snapping his fingers to get the kid’s attention. His eyes were elsewhere.
On his gun.
Well, he should be worried.
“Tell us all about the night that Wesley went missing,” he said, trying to get this handled.
As the kid started his trip down Memory Lane, Ethan got out his notebook, and held it on his lap as the man talked.
“We were supposed to meet for dinner, but he didn’t make it. I didn’t think anything of it, because honestly, Wes flaked a lot on me. He tended to stay busy.”
Gene was curious.
“Doing what?” he asked.
Spencer didn’t hesitate to answer, proving he wasn’t as high as they thought. Someone had just started that blunt.
“With schoolwork. Sometimes with a person, I guess,” he added.
Gene began his questioning, trying to figure this out.
“So he was studious?” he asked, planning to come back to the dating angle in a bit.
Spencer nodded.
“Yeah, he didn’t want to let his grades drop. He had a scholarship, and it was contingent on staying above a three-point-five.”
