you.”
“Really? I always figured he thought I was an asshole,” Pitman mumbled.
Shazhad laughed. “Nope, just the opposite. He seems to really respect you.”
Pitman pulled into the visitor parking lot at Miami University Law Library. He had arranged to use a room in the library for interviewing witnesses.
“Okay, here’s the list of the witnesses for the day. It’s basically the students from the Criminal Law class he teaches. First student up is Jack Biel.” Pitman handed the list to Shazhad.
Chapter 46
Professor Kirshner’s Criminal Law class sat in the lecture hall waiting to be called for their police interview. Amanda, Will, Abrams and Sean sat next to each other, away from the other students. Jack was the first one called by the police – not because he was the main suspect, just the luck of having a last name that began with B.
Jack slowly walked up the steps to the library, taking deep breaths as he entered the lobby of the library. A tall, Muslim man stood in front of one of the library’s study rooms with a sheet of paper in his hands.
“Mr. Biel?” the man said.
“Yes, I’m Jack Biel,” he nervously mumbled.
“I’m Detective Ahmed,” he said as he waved Jack into the small room.
“This is Detective Pitman,” Shazhad pointed to the chubby man who was seated at the table.
“Hi,” Jack mumbled.
“Have a seat, Mr. Biel. As you know by now, Professor Kirshner has been missing for a few days. We wanted to talk with all his students in hope that someone saw something that would indicate where he is,” Pitman said as Shazhad sat next to Jack.
“I really can’t say much. The last time I saw him was in class, last Friday. He seemed fine to me.” Jack prayed that would end the questioning.
“What kind of professor is Kirshner?” Shazhad asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Is he the stereotypical law professor who tries to weed out the first years?” Shazhad asked.
“Absolutely, he was an extremely tough professor. He never gave anybody a break. He was a major ballbuster,” Jack said, laughing.
“So, most of the students probably didn’t care too much for Kirshner,” Pitman added.
“We hated him. We all did. He was merciless – kind of like a drill sergeant,” Jack admitted.
“Okay, Mr. Biel. Thanks for your time.” Pitman dismissed him.
Jack was relieved it was over so quickly.
“Did you notice he used the past tense? ‘We hated him. We all did ,’” Shazhad asked.
“Most definitely,” Pitman noted.
C hapter 47
Abrams was the next of the five to be questioned by the police. Jack whispered to him in the hall not to worry. “Piece of cake,” he said to him. Abrams was not convinced, but he was not nearly as nervous as Jack.
Abrams walked into the study room full of confidence; he was not afraid of the police, especially the Miami/Dade Police Department.
“Morning, Mr. Freeman,” Pitman greeted.
“Morning,” Abrams answered.
“We wanted to ask you some questions regarding Professor Kirshner. When was the last time you saw him?” Pitman asked.
“In class, last Friday,” Abrams answered briefly.
“How do you feel about Kirshner?” Shazhad asked.
“You mean, do I like the guy? It’s no secret that the guy’s not well liked. He’s rude, heartless, and not a very good teacher. So, I don’t like him at all. I can’t imagine finding anyone that thinks differently at this school.” Abrams realized he said more than he wanted.
“You ever notice Kirshner talking to anyone in particular after class?” Pitman questioned.
“He has one pet in class – Todd Garner. Other than that, I never saw him chat with anybody in or after class. He was all business,” Abrams answered.
“Okay, I think that’s all.” Shazhad dismissed him.
“Maybe this Todd Garner knows the professor a little better than the rest of them. Let’s get him in next,” Pitman suggested.
The class knew that the police were no longer going by alphabet when Todd Garner
“Really? I always figured he thought I was an asshole,” Pitman mumbled.
Shazhad laughed. “Nope, just the opposite. He seems to really respect you.”
Pitman pulled into the visitor parking lot at Miami University Law Library. He had arranged to use a room in the library for interviewing witnesses.
“Okay, here’s the list of the witnesses for the day. It’s basically the students from the Criminal Law class he teaches. First student up is Jack Biel.” Pitman handed the list to Shazhad.
Chapter 46
Professor Kirshner’s Criminal Law class sat in the lecture hall waiting to be called for their police interview. Amanda, Will, Abrams and Sean sat next to each other, away from the other students. Jack was the first one called by the police – not because he was the main suspect, just the luck of having a last name that began with B.
Jack slowly walked up the steps to the library, taking deep breaths as he entered the lobby of the library. A tall, Muslim man stood in front of one of the library’s study rooms with a sheet of paper in his hands.
“Mr. Biel?” the man said.
“Yes, I’m Jack Biel,” he nervously mumbled.
“I’m Detective Ahmed,” he said as he waved Jack into the small room.
“This is Detective Pitman,” Shazhad pointed to the chubby man who was seated at the table.
“Hi,” Jack mumbled.
“Have a seat, Mr. Biel. As you know by now, Professor Kirshner has been missing for a few days. We wanted to talk with all his students in hope that someone saw something that would indicate where he is,” Pitman said as Shazhad sat next to Jack.
“I really can’t say much. The last time I saw him was in class, last Friday. He seemed fine to me.” Jack prayed that would end the questioning.
“What kind of professor is Kirshner?” Shazhad asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Is he the stereotypical law professor who tries to weed out the first years?” Shazhad asked.
“Absolutely, he was an extremely tough professor. He never gave anybody a break. He was a major ballbuster,” Jack said, laughing.
“So, most of the students probably didn’t care too much for Kirshner,” Pitman added.
“We hated him. We all did. He was merciless – kind of like a drill sergeant,” Jack admitted.
“Okay, Mr. Biel. Thanks for your time.” Pitman dismissed him.
Jack was relieved it was over so quickly.
“Did you notice he used the past tense? ‘We hated him. We all did ,’” Shazhad asked.
“Most definitely,” Pitman noted.
C hapter 47
Abrams was the next of the five to be questioned by the police. Jack whispered to him in the hall not to worry. “Piece of cake,” he said to him. Abrams was not convinced, but he was not nearly as nervous as Jack.
Abrams walked into the study room full of confidence; he was not afraid of the police, especially the Miami/Dade Police Department.
“Morning, Mr. Freeman,” Pitman greeted.
“Morning,” Abrams answered.
“We wanted to ask you some questions regarding Professor Kirshner. When was the last time you saw him?” Pitman asked.
“In class, last Friday,” Abrams answered briefly.
“How do you feel about Kirshner?” Shazhad asked.
“You mean, do I like the guy? It’s no secret that the guy’s not well liked. He’s rude, heartless, and not a very good teacher. So, I don’t like him at all. I can’t imagine finding anyone that thinks differently at this school.” Abrams realized he said more than he wanted.
“You ever notice Kirshner talking to anyone in particular after class?” Pitman questioned.
“He has one pet in class – Todd Garner. Other than that, I never saw him chat with anybody in or after class. He was all business,” Abrams answered.
“Okay, I think that’s all.” Shazhad dismissed him.
“Maybe this Todd Garner knows the professor a little better than the rest of them. Let’s get him in next,” Pitman suggested.
The class knew that the police were no longer going by alphabet when Todd Garner
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