God, she did not want to do that.
"Who are you?"
Same accusatory tone, different boy. This one stood in the doorway, a hard look on his face. Faith turned toward him, giving him the full benefit of her gun and badge, but his expression did not change.
She asked, "What's your name?"
"None of your fucking business."
"That's a really long name. Were you adopted?"
Obviously, the joke fell flat. "Do you have a warrant?" He rested his left hand on the doorknob. The other one was covered in a cast that stopped just below his elbow. "Does campus security know you broke into his room?"
Strange way to put it, she thought, but told the kid, "I had a key."
"Good for you." He crossed his arms as best he could with the cast. "Now show me a warrant or get the fuck out of my friend's room."
She made herself laugh because she knew it would irritate him. He was a good-looking kid-dark hair, brown eyes, well built and obviously used to getting his way. "Or what?"
Apparently, he hadn't thought that far in advance. His voice wasn't so sure when he said, "I'll call campus security."
"Use the phone in a different room," Faith told him, turning back to the desk. She used the pencil to push through some of the papers, which were filled with mathematical equations and notes from class. She could feel the kid staring at her. Faith persevered. This wasn't exactly the first time she'd had an eighteen-year-old stare at her with burning daggers of hate.
"This is so wrong," he said, more for attention than effect.
Faith sighed, as if she was annoyed that he was still there. "Listen, this isn't about the pot, or the porn or the illegal downloads or whatever else you guys have been up to, so get your head out of your ass, understand that your friend must be in serious trouble if an Atlanta police detective is going through his things and tell me what your name is."
He was quiet, and she felt like she could hear his brain working as he tried to think of a way around answering her question. Finally he relented. "Gabriel Cohen."
"You go by Gabe?"
He shrugged.
"When was the last time you saw Adam?"
"This morning."
"In the hall? At class?"
"Here, maybe eight o'clock this morning." Again, he shrugged. "Tommy, my roommate, he snores. He's kind of an asshole. So I've been sleeping over here to get away from him." His eyes widened, and he seemed to realize that he'd put himself right in the middle of things.
"It's all right," she assured him. "I told you, Gabe, I'm not here because of two ounces of weed and a bootleg of The Bourne Ultimatum."
He chewed his lip, staring at her, probably trying to figure out whether or not he could trust her.
For her part, Faith was wondering what was taking Will Trent so long. Though she wasn't sure if his presence would help or hinder the situation.
She asked, "How long have you known Adam?"
"About a week, I guess. I met him on move-in day."
"You seemed pretty eager to take up for him."
She was getting better at reading his shrugs. His main concern had been the illegal bounty-probably the downloads more than the drugs, considering that ripping off movie studios carried a much stiffer penalty.
Faith asked, "Does Adam have a car?"
He shook his head. "His family's pretty weird. They kind of live off the grid. Real eco-minded."
That would explain the rural route. "What about this?" She pointed to the expensive television, the game console.
"They're mine," Gabe admitted. "I didn't want Tommy, my dormmate, fucking with them." He added, "But Adam plays, too. I mean, he likes to be outside and all, but he's a gamer, too."
"Does he have a computer?"
"Somebody swiped it," he responded, and Faith wasn't as surprised as she should have been. Theft was a rampant problem with this generation. Jeremy had had so many scientific calculators stolen from him at school that she had threatened to bolt one to his hand.
She asked, "Where does Adam check his e-mail?"
"I let him use mine. Sometimes he goes to the computer lab."
"What's his major?"
"Same as me. Polymers with a focus on spray adhesives."
That must have impressed the ladies. "Does he have a girlfriend or anyone he hangs out with?"
Gabe's shoulder went up in a slightly defensive manner. "We all just got here, you know? Not much time to hook up."
"Are you from out of state?"
He shook his head. "I went to Grady."
Grady was a magnet school, which meant they drew the top students from other schools in the Atlanta system. "Have you ever met Kayla Alexander or Emma Campano?"
"Are they at Grady?"
"Westfield."
He shook his head. "That's in Decatur, right? I think my girlfriend went there. Julie. She's been kicked out of a lot of schools."
"Why is that?"
He gave a shy half-smile. "We share a distrust for authority."
Faith smiled back. "Does Julie go to Tech?"
He shook his head again. "She went to State a few quarters, then dropped that, too. She tends bar nights in Buckhead."
Buckhead was a wealthy section of Atlanta known for its nightlife. Faith gathered Julie was at least twenty-one if she was allowed to serve alcohol. The four-year age difference between her and Emma Campano would have meant the girls would not likely have crossed paths.
Faith asked Gabe, "How'd you hurt your wrist?"
He colored slightly. "Stupid stuff. I slipped and fell on my hand."
"That must've hurt."
He held up the cast, as if he still couldn't believe he'd injured himself. "Like a mofo."
"Which bar does Julie work at?"
He dropped his arm but his guard went back up. "Why?"
Faith guessed he'd been cooperative enough to warrant an explanation. "Gabe, I need to tell you what happened to Adam today."
There was something like a loud "woof" echoing in the hallway. Gabe whispered, "Fuck."
Two seconds later, Faith met the reason behind the expletive.
Gabe reluctantly made introductions. "This is Tommy Albertson, my dormmate."
He was as pasty as Gabe was dark, and Faith knew instantly that Gabe's assessment had been right on the money: the kid was an asshole. As if to prove it, Tommy's tongue practically hung out of his mouth as he stared at her. "Yowza. Me likes a woman with a gun."
Gabe hissed, "Shut up, man. Adam's in trouble."
"I was about to tell Gabe…" Faith directed her words to the young man. "Adam was killed this morning."
"Killed?" Tommy rocked onto the balls of his feet as he pointed his fingers at Faith. "Shit, dude, it was him, right? They said it was a Tech student. Fuck me-that was Adam?"
Gabe's confusion was obvious. "He was killed? As in murdered?"
Tommy became even more excited. "Dude, some crazy bitch strangled him to death. To death, man. With her bare hands. Seriously, it was all over the news. Where've you been all day, bro?"
Gabe's throat worked. His eyes moistened and his sense of betrayal was profound as he looked at Faith for confirmation. "Is it true?"
She nodded her head once, furious that someone in the department had leaked out that Adam had gone to Tech. "It's more complicated than that, but, yes, Adam is dead."
"How?"
"I can't really talk about details with you, Gabe. I can say that Adam acted heroically, that he was trying to help someone, and then things went very wrong. A girl was kidnapped, and we're looking for her, but we need your help."
His lower lip quivered as he tried to control his emotions.
By contrast, Tommy seemed almost exhilarated. "Are you here to question me?" he asked. "Bring it on. I've got all kinds of information."
Faith asked, "What kind of information?"
"Well, nothing, like, concrete or anything. He was a quiet dude, but you know, there was that intensity underneath. Like…danger."