Stiff students part 2 David took a moment to stand in front of Con Hall, allowing the wave of memories to wash over him before he entered the building. He had long since exorcised his demons and had no qualms about being in Con Hall again; however, he needed to figure out what to ask the professor, and what phrasing of questions would extract the best answers. He took a deep breath and opened the door. As he did, another memory wave hit him, catching him unawares
Sir?
Yes
Are you David Pincet?
Yes. What's the problem, Officer?
You are charged with first degree murder of Katherine Holson, daughter of Jeremiah Holson.
What? You think I killed the dean's daughter? What the hell?
But it was too late. And in hindsight, it was probably for the best. Running after bail and going on a hunt for the real killer had been his first bounty hunt, in a sense. Many people thought that David didn't return to University because of hurt or anger, or perhaps a combination of the two. Those who knew him well knew, however, that he had found his true calling; a calling that had now brought him back to where it all began.
David shook his head and strode onto the stage. He turned and looked at the students as they, slowly, realized that the replacement professor was not the stuffy individual they expected. He slowly reached for the mike and put it on
"Good morning, students," he boomed, shocking the rest of the oblivious students "I'm your replacement professor"
And for one of you, he thought, class is now over.  ¶ 6:02 PM