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have hated her, and that person hated her enough to desire her death... and to make those desires come true.
    —That takes us to think especially of her boyfriend, that is Mark Walton —pointed out one of the agents.
    —Yes, that is true. But we must be very careful. After what has happened with Simpson, we can’t goof up again. Now the judge is going to be reluctant to okay any of our movements. And we are lucky that for now the press has not decided to pour out their attention on this case. If they do, we will be much more limited.
    Karen couldn’t stop rethinking that the body had no signs of violent aggression. It was something that was abnormal, and that had to have a well founded explanation. Suddenly it very much dawned on her.
    —Oh Lord, I have just thought of a possibility that we haven’t considered yet.
    —Were all ears, Karen—said the chief of police, knowing that he could expect either total silence or some kind of intelligent reflection from her as an agent. Many times he had wondered how the devil she had stayed there in Cedar Falls instead of moving to Chicago to advance in training and find a place where she could let loose her infinite capacities to advance on the job.
    —It’s not a matter of ruling out the hypothesis that some friend, or even boyfriend, and we don’t even know the possible motive, were to kill her. But I see very little anger in this crime. There is very little emotional involvement. I don’t know if I am making myself clear.
    —Crystal clear. Go on please.
    —Well, what if the person that killed her was a person that had a certain amount of authority over her? That is someone that she would not resist because supposedly nothing bad could come from that kind of person.
    —A professor?—asked Ron, intrigued and fascinated by the idea.
    —Yes, a professor or even a police agent...
    Patrick Thomas couldn’t avoid taking a couple of steps backwards. He would never have come up with that kind of monstrosity, even though he did know very well how cruel and mean a perturbed individual could be.
    —One of our own?
    —Not necessarily. Someone that has come from far away, from Rochester, for example, even from Minneapolis... It wouldn’t be the first time a police officer takes advantage of his status in order to commit a crime, knowing that the victim will be vulnerable to him.
    —I’m not going to rule it out, Karen, but it’s hard for me to conceive of it. I prefer to consider that it could be a professor that is obsessed with the girl and that the matter got out of hand —mumbled the police chief, who was still a little shocked.
    —It seems equally shocking sir —suggested Ron, that now couldn’t stop mulling over this possibility and that was envious of his colleague Karen’s imaginative capacity.
    Stevens had been listening in silence, absorbing the information, as if it had been filtering through his pores and had been getting to his brain in electric shock waves. He admired agent Phillips, and here was evidence that that devotion had a solid foundation. For the first time since the beginning of the meeting he was feeling strangely euphoric.
    —This campus has security, doesn’t it?
    —Yes, of course. It has 4 security guards, two of which work on each shift by weeks. Two of them work the day shift and the other two the night shift —answered the police chief immediately.
    —Has anyone interrogated them?
    Nobody answered the question.  Impressive silence set in on the room as if it were to remind everyone that they weren’t prepared to take on an investigation of these proportions, and they would need to make a much greater effort if they really wanted to find the killer as soon as possible.
    —Gordon, let’s not torture ourselves any more. It’s evident that it’s not the case and nobody has done it. The majority of us know those persons, we have been working with them for years, and if it had not been for Karen’s comment, I would never have