Portrait in Death by J. D. Robb Page B

camera. That doesn't touch the enhancements, the refreshments, the 'links, the completed assignments, the personal items they haul around campus."
    "What kind of bag did Rachel carry?"
    Browning blinked, looked blank. "I don't know. I'm sorry, I can't say I noticed."
    "But she carried one?"
    "Well, they all do." Browning reached behind her desk, held up a large briefcase. "So do I."
    ***
    The killer had kept her bag, or disposed of it, Eve decided. He hadn't dumped it with the body. Why? What use was it to him?
    She made her own notes as she walked down the hall, as Rachel had done.
    There wouldn't have been as many people wandering through that night. Just a handful here and there from evening classes-summer evening, Eve thought. Campus isn't as full.
    She'd walked out with a group. Laughter, talking. Let's go have pizza, a beer, coffee.
    She declines. Heading over to the dorm to hang out with some pals. See you later.
    Eve stepped out of the building, as Rachel had done, loitered a moment on the steps, as she imagined Rachel had done. Then stepped down, turned left on the walkway.
    There may have been a few other students walking the same path, heading to dorms or toward public transpo. Quiet, she imagined, it would've been fairly quiet. The street and traffic noises buffered back, the bulk of the students in dorms or at their clubs and coffeehouses.
    Others heading to apartments or action off campus. Breezing off to the subway, the bus stop. To the parking facilities. Older students, too, adults who'd decided to expand their horizons with an evening class.
    Anyone might wander on campus. Columbia was part of the city, merged with it. The way it sprawled over Morningside Heights made security a joke. Rachel wouldn't have worried about it. She was a city girl, and she'd have thought of the campus as a kind of haven.
    Had he walked behind her? Had he crossed that open area between buildings? Or had he walked toward her?
    She paused, judging the distance to the dorm, the parking facilities, the buildings. He'd wait, Eve decided. Why be seen with her if he could avoid it, so watch and wait while she turned again, started moving on the walkway toward the dorms. Still a good, solid five-minute walk, and heading into more secluded areas.
    She wasn't in a hurry, not with the whole night ahead of her. Dark by this time, but the paths are lit, and she knows her way. She's young and invulnerable.
    It's a hot summer night, and she's enjoying it.
    Rachel! Hi.
    Very friendly, very easy. Just happened to spot her. And she'd stop, recognize the face. Flash that pretty smile.
    But the killer doesn't want to loiter on the path. Someone could come by. Maybe fall into step with her to keep moving, talk about school. What are you working on, how's it going? Want me to carry that bag for you, it looks heavy.
    Can't take her out here, got to get her to the vehicle, and that means parking facility.
    Something to show her, or give her. Something in the van/ car/truck. Parked right over on Broadway. Just take a minute. Lead her along a little, keep up the chatter.
    Not too many people heading on or off the campus now. And there has to be some risk, or there's less thrill.
    Eve detoured toward the four-level vehicle port on Broadway used for college parking. Students and faculty bought a holo-stamp, fixed it to the window. They could come and go as they pleased. Visitors bought an hourly or daily. She made a note to get the data on how many vehicles left the facility between nine and ten on the night of the murder.
    Of course, he could have parked elsewhere, could have lucked out and found something on the street, but this was the closest point between dorm and the classroom. And the port was more secluded, less likely to have people nearby than a spot on the street.
    It was jammed now, but it wouldn't have been that evening. Nobody would have paid any attention to two people heading toward a vehicle.
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