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Glaring at Booth, Bob Runyan tried to find a comfortable position in his chair. "I don't know why you're talking to me again. I have an alibi. I didn't kill Professor Stires and I don't know who did."
Bob's anger fascinated Booth which caused him to glance at the Sheriff to see what his reaction was before turning back to Bob. "Why are you angry about talking to us about the murder? You seemed pretty eager to talk to the reporter about it."
His cheeks suddenly bloomed a deep red. Obviously embarrassed, Bob protested. "I didn't go looking for her . . . she found me. She started asking me about the professor and I answered her questions. You didn't say we couldn't talk to reporters."
Nodding his head, Booth smiled at the man. "And since you were so accommodating for the reporter then you can be accommodating towards us."
Clearing his throat, Bob knew he couldn't refuse. "What do you want to know?"
Patiently, Booth clicked his pen open hoping to add to his notes. "You tell me about what you know about Michael Stires. I heard you tell Hannah Burley that you were on two digs with the professor and you knew several women that complained about his harassment of them. I would like to know their names and what Michael Stires did to them."
Shocked at the idea, Bob stammered. "Are you kidding me? I can't tell you my friend's names . . . They'd be furious if I told you that. The University refused to take them seriously and they were warned that if they tried to embarrass the professor they'd be kicked out of school. I'm not going to let you use me to get them into trouble."
His eyes boring into the younger man, Booth wasn't about to be brushed off. "Listen up, Bob . . . Professor Stires is dead. Someone killed him. I know you don't give a rat's ass that he's dead, but Sheriff McDonald and I are obligated to find out who killed him. You only have to tell me the names of the women who were harassed by Stires in the past and that are here at this dig . . . If you don't tell me their names, Sheriff McDonald is going to take you back to town and lock your ass up."
Filled with disbelieve, Bob shook his head. "On what charge? I have a right not to incriminate myself. I know my rights."
Shaking his head, Booth explained, "That only means that I can't make you give me information that might prove you did it. You have an alibi, so you aren't a suspect. On the other hand, you have information that might lead us to the actual murderer. If you withhold that information then you can be charged with obstruction of justice. Keep sitting there wasting my time and I'll do it too."
Afraid that Booth was serious and would lock him hp, Bob glanced at the Sheriff and saw a very grim glaring at him. "Alright . . . What do you want to know?"
Leaning on the table, Booth asked, "I want to know if any of the women he's harassed in the past are in this camp."
Bob dreaded giving out the names because he knew he might be in bigger trouble later, but what choice did he have? "Tammy Calhoun, Molly Mckeen, Patsy Greenwood and Michele Kraus."
Writing the names down in his notepad, Sheriff McDonald remarked, "See that wasn't hard. Now tell us about the harassment. What form did it take?"
Angry that he was being forced to cooperate, Bob crossed his arms against his chest. "He grabbed Tammy one day and she kneed him in his dick. She hit his dick so hard he fell on the ground and threw up. He threatened to have her expelled, but Tammy called her uncle . . . He's Dean of Students at the University. The Dean called the professor and warned him that he'd tear his balls off if he touched Tammy ever again. You don't screw with Tammy or her family. Except for her sister, Jody everyone in the Calhoun family are very dangerous people to cross . . . Jody is an angel. She's so sweet. I keep telling her that she's adopted."
Writing a few notes, Booth thought that Tammy was definitely someone you didn't fuck with. "What about Molly McKeen?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Bob sighed. "The professor tried to kiss her, but Molly pushed him away and got away from him. She made sure never to be alone with him again."
Sheriff McDonald glanced up at Bob. "Is Patsy any relation to Cal Greenwood?"
Nodding his head, Bob moved his arms down and clasped his hands together on his lap. "Yeah . . . she's his niece. I'm not sure what the professor did to Patsy, but whatever it was . . . Patsy left the university for a whole semester and just came back this last semester. She said she left because she was tired of going to school and wanted a break, but it seemed weird to me. Patsy is really smart and was in the top 5 percent of her class . . . Tammy thinks the professor scared the shit out of Patsy and Patsy left to get away from him. She's a sweet person and kind of delicate . . . I mean, she's strong and she can do her job. I just mean that she's so kind and sweet and she has a hard time seeing the bad in people which causes her a lot of trouble. People use her and I . . . well, we've learned to look out for her."
Curious, Booth rubbed his chin. "If Professor Stires did something mean to Cal's niece then why did Cal ask him to come here for a consultation?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Bob shook his head. "Those two are best buds. They went to school together and they both teach at the same university. I don't know why they are friends though. They're like night and day . . . Anyways, Tammy thinks the professor must have snowed Dr. Greenwood about what happened. I never heard Dr. Greenwood say anything bad about Professor Stires and I know they ate lunch together sometimes back at the university."
Not sure he liked what he was hearing, McDonald made a few quick notes in his notebook. "Dr. Greenwood is either a prick or gullible."
Bob smiled. "Dr. Greenwood is like Patsy. He has a hard time seeing the bad in people."
Making a few notes, Booth asked, "What about Michele Kraus?"
Watching the Sheriff writing in his notebook, Bob responded, "I think he pinched her ass a couple of times, but she slapped the shit out of him both times so he stopped. Tammy told me that was how you handle sick scum. You make it uncomfortable for them to screw you over and they leave you alone."
"Okay Bob." Booth wrote down a few more notes and checked them over quickly. "If we need to talk to you further we know where you are."
Standing, Bob glanced at the tent entrance before saying anything further. "Tammy thinks the reason Professor Stires got away with his crap is because the board of regents loved the guy. He could be charming when he wanted to be. I know a lot of the alumni thought he could walk on water. He brought in a lot of publicity to the school from his books he'd had published and the successful digs he led. It's hard to think someone is scum when they're a cash cow."
After Bob left, McDonald shook his head in disgust. "If it had been my niece . . . I'd have found out what happened and I probably would have beat the hell out of Stires if not killed the son of a bitch."
Nodding his head, Booth agreed that this whole thing seemed wrong. "Cal Greenwood is still on our suspect list. We'll talk to him."
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