BLUE BLOOD RUNS COLD (A Michael Ross Novel Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

once!”
                  Theodore pulled a notepad out of his breast pocket and flipped it open. He held the phone between his chin and his shoulder while he prepared to write. “What is your situation? Do you require assistance?”
                  “Yes, I require assistance! I can't handle all of them at once! Oh god, now they're chanting things. They're chanting things, hundreds of them! Come at once, and send all the men you have!”
                  She said the last sentence in a higher volume than any of the previous ones. For his part, Theodore could not see what might be wrong with hundreds of students gathering in a single location all at once. Such things happened all the time—at events, at concerts, at the homecoming football game. The only concern that he'd ever had at such events was that students would drink too much alcohol.
                  He said, “I'll come myself, and bring one other person with me. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
                  “No, that-that should do. I just, I wouldn't know what to do if they all came storming in all at once.”
                  He thought, you'd probably have to get off your butt and do something for once . He said, “Yes, all right. Thank you for calling. I'll be there in five minutes.”
     
    5
     
                  The meeting in the employee dining area had been far from productive. Lorraine had suspected that the discussion would devolve into recriminations, either real or imagined. She had permitted the Women's Center Director, Zoe Lupinski, to attend without having been invited. Throughout the meeting, Zoe looked pensive, worried. The woman didn't speak up, even though she had never hesitated to be vocal before. She had always been active and vibrant whenever an event in any way related to feminism or women's rights was held. She worked sixty-two hours a week on a salaried pay scale. She stayed until ten o'clock at night some Saturdays just to be there personally for whatever enjoyment or enlightenment she hoped to impart to the student body. Today, sitting in front of so many people in suits, many of whom she knew on a first-name basis, she sat in place, biting her bottom lip. Lorraine had never seen the woman so out of sorts before.
                  She wanted to ask Zoe's opinion when the meeting abruptly came to an end. The hour that she had allotted for the meeting had come and gone. The president of Shippensburg University knew at once that nothing had come of the meeting. No one had offered any real, tangible solutions. She stood up in her chair, an action that evoked quick, frightened reactions from the administrators present, who hid their emotions at once behind stony, impassive expressions.
                  She said, “Gentlemen, ladies, I'm afraid we can't stay here forever talking about what we must do. The business of the day must carry on. Those of you who had planned to leave in the early afternoon today, well, I'm afraid you might be staying a bit longer than you anticipated. We have a dead student on campus, and Ravney Hall might end up being condemned. I'm afraid that all your other business must be put to one side while we handle this as best we can. Some of you may be getting calls from the press, from parents, or from the Price family. I don't think I have to advise you as to what you have to do today and in the coming weeks. You're all professionals. You all know your jobs. You've been doing the best you can with bad situation after bad situation. Well, here's another one. We'll just have to work hard and get through it.”
                  She walked away from the meeting as the other administrators talked amongst themselves, gathering up their suit coats, loosening, straightening, and tightening their ties. She knew that her words could have had the opposite of their intended effect; instead of