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Dale slipped off his glasses and rubbed his face to soothe his swimming head. The auditorium chair, meant for someone half his size, felt even more uncomfortable. The speaker’s rich European-accented voice seemed a distant mumble, incomprehensible.
You’re supposed to be smart.
He wasn’t smart. Not smart enough.
You’re the only one who knows for sure there was a murder. Figure it out.
He wasn’t smart enough.
Unless you want to play Video Game Testosterone Hero, your brain is what you’ve got. Use it.
Dale heaved out a sigh and put his glasses back on.
Someone had removed three key card swipes from the residence hall security system records. Why three?
Maybe the person had broken into three rooms. No, the gaps were widely spaced. One was just after nine AM, the others closer toget
