W. Simon Hahn—“W” for worm—stood in Angel’s university office, in front of her desk, shaking his finger at her like a student caught cheating on a test. “It’s been bad enough you’ve developed a reputation—” “A reputation?” Angel’s voice rose in both octave and volume. “What does that mean?” I walked in just in time for the “involved with a murderer” comment. “Angel, are you cavorting behind my back? You’re not moonlighting at the bingo games again, are you?” “No.” She flashed me a look. It was ill-timed and all my fault. “See what I mean, Angela?” Professor Hahn’s eyebrows raised as he followed Angel’s gaze to me—where he saw and heard nothing. “There have been rumors and gossip about you for months. And I’m afraid to say it’s reached the Board of Trustees, too.” I said, “Toss this weasel out, Angel.
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