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"So you say Neil didn't party?" Sam asked the lecturer, "At all? I know a lot of students who do well in

class but still party."

The lecturer shook her head, "Neil wasn't like that. He was dedicated to his studies, you hardly ever

saw him without a book in his hands," she paused for a minute before going on. "I even met him out of

school a few times. But the few times I saw him? Always in a book shop or reading on a park bench

somewhere, even at the weekends."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked sighing, that was their only lead.

The lecturer nodded then looked a little confused, "Why is that so important?"

"We're just following up on some last minute information," Sam replied quickly. "Thanks for your

help."

As Sam walked off campus, he rang Dean's cell phone, "Hey Dean, we have a problem."

"What's up?" Dean asked him then muttered something inaudible in the background.

"He wasn't at the party," Sam said. "He didn't party at all."

Dean raised an eyebrow, "That's not what I got told."

"What?"

"His girlfriend says he was never home. If there was a party? He was there. They'd been arguing a lot

over it lately," Dean was telling him quietly. "She said they never spent quality time together or

something and she thought he was hooking up with others at these parties."

"His teacher says he's a good student, never seen without a book. The type of person who has a

schedule of sleep at 9 each night, healthy breakfast, you know the thing."

"We got the same guy?"

"I don't get it," Sam said. "Maybe he was lying to his girlfriend?"

"Or the teacher doesn't know him as well as she thinks," Dean replied.

Sam nodded but realized Dean couldn't see, "Yeah maybe."

"Anyway I have to go I'm still with his chick," Dean said. "I'll finish up in ten or so and meet you back

at the motel. This thing's really weird." Dean hung up then walked back over to his girlfriend.

"So, are you sure that Neil was at these parties when he said he was going out?" Dean asked her.

Nicole, his girlfriend, raised her eyebrow, "I – what do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.

"Just – we've spoken to a few other people and they seem to think that he's a 'study hard, what's a

party?' type person," Dean said.

"He – he was," Nicole replied biting her lip.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean by was?"

"He changed. In the past couple weeks," Nicole sighed, taking a deep breath before going on. "He used

to be a sweet, caring guy. One of these people who'd act tough around their friends but inside was

sensitive," she said giving a small smile. "He'd tell me everything, even the little things and we'd see

each other every day. He'd send me surprise e-mails when he knew I'd be in the library or randomly

come see me at points during the day. He was just – you know, romantic, sweet but unpredictable. But

no matter how much time we spent together, he'd always study hard too, sometimes we studied

together. Sometimes in groups but at other times it was just him because everyone else was off partying

or something. Then he changed. Became like the others," Nicole paused for breath then continued. "I

thought maybe he didn't like me any more or had found someone else as he became distant. Then he

stopped studying. His grades didn't suffer because he was intelligent," she laughed slightly. "He didn't

need to study, he could still pass yet he did. Then he just – gave up. Partied every night possible,

started drinking. He never used to, hell one glass of wine and he'd be out for the whole night but then

he started with all the other stuff. Teachers never noticed and everyone else who did just said that he

was finally having fun. He denied seeing other girls in the short times that he managed to talk to me

but," she shrugged, "The last couple of weeks? We just drifted apart. He was always out and I just, I

didn't want to deal with it anymore, I was doing important things in my life, exams coming up soon. It

was a sacrifice I had to make but then he – " she stopped fighting back tears then stood up. "Is that all?

Can I go now?"

Dean nodded, "Sure," he said, a little distracted as he tried to sift all this through his mind.