Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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"Are you planning on going full-on vigilante?" Bash asks me as we descend the stairs, trailing behind the rest of the students who were just dismissed from the journalism class. "I think it's best if you leave the police work to the police."
I steal a glance and ignore the sudden flutters in my belly when I catch him watching me from the corner of his eye. "I've left them to do their work for the past year." I'm not interested in making nice with this guy. Once I've learned all I can from him, I'll move on, but until then he's my first and only lead to Foxy.
The moment we step outside, I'm hit with the overwhelming heat that nearly knocks me back into the building with air conditioning. "Jesus." I can't help but growl and begin tenting my shirt to allow for some sort of air.
The Aussie remains silent and only clears his throat, removing his phone from the jeans he wears. "Not a heat person?" He asks, pauses momentarily after his inquiry, stunned by his question.
I ignore his strange behavior, and wipe the sweat from my forehead, "No. I hate heat. This is like the devil's fucking armpit. Everything stinks here, there are bugs literally everywhere, I have no fucking clue why Foxy wanted to come here so bad." I swat said mosquito as one flies in front of my face and feel my anger build.
Bash nods and mumbles, "I used to love it here."
Okay. I don't need to hear his sob story.
"Where's your friend?" I demand, ready to meet him so I can determine if he's a killer or not because I'm losing my mind in this heat.
I follow beside Bash and we walk to a nearby building reading Locker Rooms. The building leads into a large gymnasium beside it with the soccer fields and tracks in the distance.
"Erm... He's in here, we were due to lift weights, I'll g- Oi!"
I'm already shoving the men's locker room door open and stepping inside the smelly but air-conditioned locker room. The second I get in there, Bash is on my heels, "You can't be in here." He says between gritted teeth.
"I'm not going to wait outside while you tell your friend I want to talk to him about my dead sister. Which one is he?" I charge through, as the locker room sounds off in wolf-whistles, howls, and cheers because of my presence in the room. Some guys cover themselves with towels, while others quickly change. And some don't have a care.
Bash grabs my wrist and yanks me back slightly, "You will be eaten alive in here. Just wait a fucking second."
I spin and rip my wrist out of his grip and yell out above the howlers, "Jared Hoskins! Is there a Jared Hoskins in here?!"
The room breaks into laughter and the cheers become louder as the guy's applaud Jared, but I only become even angrier. They are all taunting me, but they don't have a damn clue why I'm here. They have no idea I'm here to question someone about my sister's death.
