At first, Myriam's recent request that I instruct a course on American filmmaking in Scotland had disgruntled me. She and Ursula, Braxton's president, had elected me as the professor who'd participate in the exchange program because they were worried about Braxton's collegiate standing. My reputation for discovering dead bodies on campus and my subsequent connection with seven homicide investigations had spooked the Board of Trustees. While we all agreed I had zilch to do with the actual murders, it made sense that after this semester I'd go abroad. Knock on wood, seven months had passed without a murder, and if the promising pace kept up, we'd hit the year mark once I returned next May from globetrotting in the Highlands.
Ever since accepting the job at Braxton, my relationship with Dr.
