"Veronica Dupont. She was a freshman. She was a music major. Apparently had the voice of a nightingale. The music department is taking this loss super hard. Police are holding the details pretty close to the chest for now, but I've heard tale that they're trying to convince the administration to close down or set some restrictions around campus."
Lenore balks on the other end of the line. "Well, they fuckin should at this point. This is out of control."
We're in my dorm room between classes, except for me. I'm choosing to skip my afternoon public speaking class. I'm caught up and the professor posts the reading assignment online.
Now that Jade knows everything it makes it easier to do research and meetings in my dorm room. My MacBook rests on my vanity next to my bed and Brooklyn, Lexington, and I are huddled around a Skype video call with Lenore.
