The Bellbottom Incident
“I reflexively reached for my notepad before remembering that I didn’t even have my shoulder bag, then grabbed a pen and lab notebook from Xave’s desk. I sat down on the unmade bed, opened the notebook to a blank page, and readied the pen. Lists always made a problem more manageable. “Xave, tell us everything you know about the book club, no matter how unimportant it seems.”
“Here, have more coffee while you talk.” Abigail pushed the mug into his hands.
He took a slow slurp of the liquid. “It’s ...a dorm club. They meet in the rec room downstairs.”
“You called it Udo’s book club. Who’s Udo?”
“A senior. Udo Leland. Creative writing student. Third floor, I think.”
“Does he have a roommate?”
“All the undergrads do.”
“Well, then, his roommate should know where they went. What room is he in?”
Xave shook his head. “No idea.”
“I’ll go knock on doors,” Dr. Little said and left.
I jotted down in an orderly fashion what we knew so far: Gilberte Dubois and Jenny (last name?), Room 104 (where Sally spent the night) Udo Leland (book club leader), Room 3??MoreLess
“Here, have more coffee while you talk.” Abigail pushed the mug into his hands.
He took a slow slurp of the liquid. “It’s ...a dorm club. They meet in the rec room downstairs.”
“You called it Udo’s book club. Who’s Udo?”
“A senior. Udo Leland. Creative writing student. Third floor, I think.”
“Does he have a roommate?”
“All the undergrads do.”
“Well, then, his roommate should know where they went. What room is he in?”
Xave shook his head. “No idea.”
“I’ll go knock on doors,” Dr. Little said and left.
I jotted down in an orderly fashion what we knew so far: Gilberte Dubois and Jenny (last name?), Room 104 (where Sally spent the night) Udo Leland (book club leader), Room 3??MoreLess
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