A Reason to Live (Marty Singer1)
“I called Amanda's number two more times, fumbling with the phone one-handed as I raced towards Teddy Roosevelt Island and the District line. Both calls failed. I cursed, then lifted the phone again. At one time or another, I'd worked with every university and federal police force in the city, so I punched in the GW campus security number from memory. I hoped. I fiddled with the numbers, glancing down at the phone, up at the road, down at the phone, up at the road, trying not to kill myself or a...nyone else. They picked up on the second ring.
"GW campus police." "This is Detective Marty Singer with MPDC," I said, stretching things. "I've got reason to believe one of your faculty might be in danger of assault." "On campus?" "Krueger, ninth floor." "Hold on." There were some bleeps, then the voice came back. "Who is the faculty member, Detective?' "Amanda Lane," I said. "She's got an office there. Women's Studies, if that makes a difference." "Hold, please." The voice disappeared again. I flew across the Route 50/66 bridge.MoreLess
"GW campus police." "This is Detective Marty Singer with MPDC," I said, stretching things. "I've got reason to believe one of your faculty might be in danger of assault." "On campus?" "Krueger, ninth floor." "Hold on." There were some bleeps, then the voice came back. "Who is the faculty member, Detective?' "Amanda Lane," I said. "She's got an office there. Women's Studies, if that makes a difference." "Hold, please." The voice disappeared again. I flew across the Route 50/66 bridge.MoreLess
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