Dr. Israel Galvan was just about to enter the shutdown command on his PC when he was irritated by the knock on the door. It was 2 PM on Good Thursday and he was certain the college faculty building was nearly deserted. He regretted having to stop by on the way to the airport to catch his flight but there was overdue paperwork he had to submit. He was hoping to sneak in and out undetected but found his prayer would go unanswered.
“Dr. Galvan? I"m so sorry to be coming by at the last minute, but I wanted to have a word.”
“No problem,” Galvan"s eyes softened. “C"mon in, have a seat.” Moneen Murphy laid her black leather Gucci carrying case on the floor next to the chair facing Galvan"s large oak desk in his austere office at UMKC. It afforded a beautiful view of the grounds outside the Coll
