“I don’t know why. He was a jerk. He knew where I was all the time, and they’d just kinda . . . be there. Just standing there, blocking my way, laughing at me. Campus security couldn’t exactly do anything about people standing around. I can’t explain it, but I couldn’t get past them, and my anxiety levels were through the roof. I was in a class with the main guy, and he’d just stare at me, unblinking, like he wanted me dead.” “May I have his full name and date of birth?” Leo asks sweetly. “Social security, too, if possible? I need to commit a murder, please.”
