Their faces were so close together, and Bette closed her eyes as Gen moved closer to her. Their lips nearly touching. Suddenly, they heard someone knocking on the door of the car. Snapping out of their daze, Gen turned around and opened the window to find herself starring at a young girl, she looked frantic with her long brown hair blowing in the wind.

“Hi, you guys are the FBI?” the girl said.

“Yes, how can we help you,” Gen asked as Bette tried to compose herself and cleaned her tear stained face.

“I need to talk to you, but not here,” the girl said, looking around, “Can we go somewhere else?”

Gen turned to look at Bette and Bette nodded, “Get in,” she said.

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They settled for a diner a few blocks away from the campus. “Can I get you anything,” the waitress asked as they sat down on the plush red seats of the corner booth. “Just two coffees and…” Bette said, looking at the girl. “I’ll have a soda, thanks,” the girl said.

“I’m Agent Porter and this is my partner, Doctor Gen Taylor,” Bette said, “And you are?”

“My name is Carmen de la Pica Morales and I wanted to talk to you about Dean Lerner.”

“Is this about the murders?” Gen asked.

“I’m not quite sure if it is,” Carmen replied, “But I think it’s something you might want to know about the Dean.”

“We’re listening,” Bette said.

“You know how people talk in school, well, it is rumored that Dean Lerner is very close to a few of the students in NYU. And when I say close, I mean, intimately involved,” Carmen explained, “For a few months now, some of them wanted to come out to expose the Dean, but none of them had the courage to pull it off. Dean Lerner helps some of the students, especially the troubled ones, and I guess they didn’t want to take the chance ‘case Dean Lerner jeopardizes their chances to graduate. I’m quite sure that Nikki, Francesca and Dawn were close to the Dean as well, I’m not too sure about Kit.”

Gen and Bette exchange knowing looks, “This is a serious accusation,” Bette told Carmen, “And we cannot go by rumors alone, we need something solid. How do you know this to be true?”

“Well,” Carmen said, “Because I was one of them.”

“I don’t quite understand you, Miss Morales, what do you mean you were one of them?” Bette asked again.

“I was one of the girls, I slept with Dean Lerner.”