REN CURTIS HADN'T EXPECTED MUCH during the drive to the Stanford campus. As he sat in the Driver's seat of the black BMW, he wondered how they were going to make a Professor talk. One who seemed to have made a huge mess in trying to keep his enigma.
Mr. Elias Kent. In other words, Mr. K.
Now standing by the oakwood door of the Professor's Office, Ren can't quite believe how easy it is to get the fat man talking. It seems his boss's girlfriend had done him in. From his corner, Ren had seen her once gray eyes shine out into a flashing amber like that of the afternoon sun.
It made the elusive Mr. K pee his pants. At her golden gaze, he was no longer so careful to keep his mystery.
