Steve was finishing scaring the living daylights out of his students in criminal procedure. As the students packed up their laptops and books, Carlos and Wayne waited at the door of the classroom. Once all the students piled out of the lecture hall, Carlos and Wayne approached Steve.
“Professor Jones, could we speak with you for a minute?” asked Carlos.
“Good day, sir,” said Wayne. He tilted his cowboy hat.
“Yes. How can I help you? Can we make this quick? I’ve got a busy afternoon,” said Steve.
“Of course,” responded Carlos as he wiped sweat off his forehead. “One of your students has gone missing?”
“I’ve got many students. I don’t keep track of their personal lives. I teach two courses in giant lecture halls. My students are just a number to me. That’s it. Nothing more.”
“This stud
