West Texas Dead: A Kailey and Shinto Mystery by Frances Hight

Author:Frances Hight [Hight, Frances]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-23T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Junior

I wandered over to the school bookstore with my first modeling paycheck sitting fat in my new bank account. I cracked my back and twisted my shoulders. Who knew modeling could be such hard work? I’ve never itched or felt body aches as much as when I’m sitting still, posing. I’m sick of using the computer lab to do homework. The bookstore offered deep discounts to students.

I must have been standing for too long. Coke-bottle-glasses cashier materialized next to me. “May I help you?”

After hearing a long explanation of each computer, tablet, and PC, as well as megahertz, memory, and ram, half of which I didn’t understand, I walked out with a thirteen-inch MacBook computer, paper, printer, and more questions than answers.

Think I’d better sign up for computer science next semester.

I crossed the street to my apartment. This is what it feels like to be an adult? Wish my parents had tried it. Screw them. I’ll do it for all of us. I added a little more giddy-up to my step and scaled the stairs to my apartment.

Several hours later I got the computer connected to the printer and printed out a page of gibberish to make sure the thing worked. I called the local cable company, gave them my Student ID number and they did the rest. I followed their directions for how to get online and Click. Bam. I’m a certified nerd. No more getting kicked out of Computer Lab right when my ideas are popping. I can work from home or anywhere I want.

I thought about going to Miguel’s, but it was probably still hot with cops. I don’t need to be associated with what went down there and get my probation revoked. Miguel and company can get along without me for a while.

Maybe Elizabeth? Nope, that chick is obsessed with the murder. She’s also good friends with Yolanda. Hell, that left only one thing, sleep. I stripped and slid under the sheets at ten and zonked out instantly.

I woke sober, wired. I showered and threw on my clothes, grabbed my backpack, and slid my sleek new computer into the padded compartment. Halfway out the door, I froze. There sat my brand-new printer, and I remembered how easy the gang could get in. Might as well tape a Steal Me sign to it. I dropped my backpack on a chair, strode to my kitchen and opened my oven. The assholes would never think to look there, and neither would I. Damn thing smelled of burnt cheese. Caked-on gook blackened every surface. Perfect.

* * *

“Mr. Alvarez could you stay after class? I’d like a word.”

“Yes sir, Dr. Walker.” Startled, I gathered my work and awesome new computer and waited for the rest of the class to file out. I stood in front of the guy who lived and breathed dirt and igneous clay.

“Mr. Alvarez, you have a unique and fascinating way of studying geology. I’m impressed, sir, and I’m not easily impressed. You have potential. I wanted to speak with you about focusing on geology as a career path.

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