Me Simon, future profiler

finally a real survey!

It was almost 9pm and my roommate Anthony still hadn't returned. I had to admit I was a little worried at the mere idea that something might have happened to him, as he and I had been friends from the moment I moved here to be closer to criminology school two years ago. I do my best to convince myself that he was perfectly fine. Maybe he hadn't finished his coursework or had gone to the media library to study, but he could have done it here. It's not as if I was making any noise...speaking of noise, from my room I heard a key in the lock and then the front door sighed with a high-pitched creak. Anthony was home! I let out a relieved "ouff" and reached out to grab my computer, which I placed firmly on my lap. But before I could even enter my code to unlock it, I perceived a sort of continuous scraping noise. I strained my ear and had the impression that Anthony was dragging some sort of mass. Something heavy requiring a minimum of physical strength. Maybe he was pulling a corpse. I really had to stop with my macabre ideas, it made me wonder whether I was a future profiler or a future criminal.
It was 8 a.m. and I was in my car on my way to criminology school. I turned on the radio and heard the perky news credits, then the journalist announced the program titles in a stressful voice: "From 8.05 to 8.10, Assasina in Paris last night. From 8.15 to 8.30, more and more young people prefer to have a dog rather than a child, we'll hear from Sophie Bellrin.And finally, from 8:35 to 9:05 a.m., we talk ecology with Minister Noham Hurd. the credits roll a second time to launch the first subject, which I particularly liked: "Last night, from 8:30 to 9:00 p.m., a man in his twenties was found dead in his home by his neighbor, Charlie Prixson, a promising student at the Cordon Bleu school in Paris. The victim's body had been guarded by his unidentified killer. The murder weapon, a knife, has been found. An investigation is underway. Right away, let's welcome Sophie Bel..." I turned off the radio. Anthony went to the same school as the deceased. Yesterday, when he'd come home, I'd heard a scraping sound that could very well be the sound of a corpse being dragged across the floor. And it would explain why he'd been home so late last night. There was only one thing I wanted to do: go home and check my suspicions. I made a U-turn, accelerating towards the house.
-Zuuuuut !!!! I exclaimed, I was so focused on my reasoning that I'd completely forgotten I had a class, and I didn't want to miss even one hour because my career was far too important to me. So I reluctantly returned to my original route.