he looked at herâÂand the man kept glancing her wayâÂVictoria had the uncomfortable feeling he was trying to peer into her head. Or her soul.
âNorthwestern,â she murmured. âIâve heard itâs a great school. I have a . . . friend who attended.â Though she didnât think that Flynn Marshall really qualified as a friend. âDid you enjoy your time there?â
Dr. North seemed caught off-Âguard by her question, and that was exactly what she wanted. âIâ Yes, I learned a great deal there. It was at Northwestern when I realized just how very interesting the human mind could be. Our motivations. Our desires. Our compulsions.â
The way he said those words . . . it was just creepy.
âDr. North . . .â Wade began, his voice flat and calm. âWhat, exactly, was your relationship with Kennedy?â
The doctor blinked. He had green eyesâÂa light, almost icy shade. âI was her advisor. I helped her pick her classes each semester and I guided her research.â His stare became a bit distant. âShe had enormous potential.â He rose from his chair and moved to a framed photograph on the wall. âShe was our student of the year,â he said as he tapped the frame with his knuckles. âSuch potential,â he murmured.
Victoriaâs eyes narrowed as she rose and moved closer to the photograph. It depicted Dr. North handing Kennedy Lane a plaque. She had a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
So did Dr. North.
âYou two were close,â Victoria said as her gaze cut toward him.
One of his shoulders lifted and fell in a careless shrug. âI suppose we were.â
She didnât think there was any âsupposeâ about it. The doctor was tall, fit, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. He was also attractive, in a somewhat cold, hard way.
His blond hair was cut very precisely, falling away from his high forehead. His suit was top-Âof-Âthe-Âline and his shoes gleamed as if theyâd been freshly polished.
He felt like old money. Power. But there was something else about him . . .
âAre you close with all your students?â Wade asked. He hadnât moved from his position on the couch. He still looked way too comfortable. Way too casual.
She knew his pose was a lie.
âI try to be,â Dr. North said as he headed back around his desk. He didnât sit, though. He crossed his arms over his chest and said, âI want to guide them. Help them.â
âAnd you . . . helped . . . Kennedy?â Wade studied him with a neutral expression.
âKennedy needed very little help. She was incredibly driven. She was going places. Iâd written her a letter of recommendation for graduate school just beforeâÂâ He broke off. âWell, before she went missing.â Then he shook his head. âI donât understand . . . why are you all looking for Kennedy now?â And he reached forward, picking up the card that Wade had handed him when they first entered his office. It was a card Dr. North had only given a cursory glance before placing it on his desk earlier. âLast Option Search Team?â He peered over at Wade. âThatâs what your questions are about? Youâre still searching for her? After all this time?â
âWeâve been hired to look into her disappearance.â Wade rose to his feet and closed in on his prey. âAs I said when I arrived, Dr. Palmer and I have just a few questions.â
âAbout Kennedy . . .â Dr. North said.
âActually . . .â Wade smiled at him. It wasnât an overly friendly smile. âOur questions are about you and Kennedy.â
The other man blinked. He even took a step back.
Victoria eyed him with more interest. She really enjoyed watching Wade work.
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