“One more thing,” Gen said, “I want us to be friends.”

“Friends?”

“Yes, like maybe I could take you out to dinner sometimes. I know that there is something going on between the both of us, but I want to get to know you.”

“We’ll see,” Bette replied with a smile, “Shall head over to the campus first?”

“I wanted to run this by you,” Gen said as Bette drove them to the campus, “How do you suppose the UNSUB decapitated the heads without any blood splatter?”

Bette concentrated hard on the road ahead and frowned, “Actually,” she said, “That was the one thing that the forensics department couldn’t figure out. There was no blood at the scene, no blood on the victim’s bodies.”

“I guess I need to think harder,” Gen muttered to herself.

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“Thank you for seeing us again, Jodi,” Bette greeted as they walked into the Dean’s office, “My partner has some questions with regards to the case.” “You have my full cooperation,” Jodi said.

Gen took out her file and flipped through the pages, “Tell me how you know Kit Jamison.” As the name escaped Gen’s lips, she felt Bette’s eyes suddenly on her. “Well,” Jodi said, “Kit was one of the girls who helped me out in the office with the administration. I don’t know her very well, but she was one of my star students when she was in NYU.”

“I see,” Gen replied.

“How well did you know her? Surely you must know her to some extent if she was working for you,” Bette said, cutting in.

“As I said, Agent Porter, I knew her very superficially,” Jodi answered, shocked by Bette’s sudden change.

“So do you did you have a close relationship with the rest of them? Nikki, Francesca and Dawn?”

“It feels like you are accusing me of something, Agent Porter, and I don’t appreciate being accused. I have already said all I know about these students, so if you please, I have work to do.”

“Thank you, Jodi, we’ll be in touch if we need more information,” Gen said quickly, guiding Bette out of the office. She felt Bette trembling as her hand moved against her waist.

“Are you ok?” Gen said once they were back in her car.

Bette sat in silence for a moment, as she buried her head in her hands, “There is something fishy about Jodi, I can feel it. It’s instinctive.”

“I know that’s not the only thing that’s bothering you,” Gen replied, putting her hand on Bette’s back, “What’s wrong, why are you so upset.”

Bette looked up, the tears slowing falling from her face, “It’s Kit. She was my stepsister.”