>>
|
c1eaac.jpg
Lady Jingling Drifter
c1eaac
"Yeah, that sounds good," I tell Vox.
We start walking off in the direction of the dorm buildings. They're not so far from here, but the company is nice, and at least I'll have an alibi that isn't Noah. I don't know Vox very well, but they seem like someone I could convince to cover for me in a pinch.
"What were you filming?" they ask. It's not a suspicious question - they sound more like they're just trying to make conversation with a classmate they don't know very well.
"Just some nature footage for another film class," I lie. "My friend brought some lights to rig up, but he turned in early, so I had to start packing up, too."
"Nice, nice," they say, with more politeness than genuine interest. They snuff out their cigarette and flick it to the ground, and we keep walking in silence.
My eyes have pretty much adjusted to the darkness by now. I think I can see the dorms up ahead, a little ways out of the woods. But right as I spot them, I hear a noise. Raised voices, somewhere close by.
"What was that?" Vox asks.
I chew my lip. It could be Mona and Reynard, or it could be a couple of regular students hanging out in the woods. It could be a murder in progress, or it could be nothing. What do I tell them?
|