Chapter 35
Spencer rushed out of the lecture hall to the campus shuttle bus stop. Gregor's lecture would be over in 33 minutes, so he had to hurry.
"Where to?" asked the driver.
"Forensics building, please," said Spencer. He didn't actually have a plan. Without his FBI credentials it would be hard to get what he needed. He would have to think of something.
"Thanks," said Spencer as he hopped off.
"Have a good evening," said the driver.
Spencer walked into the building and was surprised at how full it was, given that it was after dark. He walked down the hallway with labs left and right. He stood in front of the molecular biology lab and placed a trembling hand on the door. Here we go.
There were three pairs of students scattered around the lab. If anyone glanced at Spencer, they didn't think he was out of place. Spencer made his way to the cabinets where the chemicals were stored. Locked, as expected. He looked at his watch and nervously realized he had twenty minutes to get back.
Desperate, he said, "Hey, can anybody help me out? I left my keys and I have a deadline in twenty minutes."
A student approached and said, "Cutting it close, huh? Don't forget to fill out the log."
Spencer signed his name and wrote "luminol" in the assigned space. He was given the dispenser, and he practically ran out the door.
Gregor was speaking with the last of the students that came up to him after the lecture. Spencer made his way down the amphitheater and interrupted, "I'll take this to the car for you."
"Sure, thanks, Spencer," he answered, and continued his conversation.
Reid took the heavy suitcase. The one Alison had brought from D.C. It contained the artifacts she wanted to return to Gregor, the artifacts he just used in his lecture on the Yuru rituals. Spencer burst into the first empty classroom and practically threw the suitcase on a table. Drops of sweat fell off his brow as he opened it and sifted through the artifacts to find justiciera. He held the axe in his hand and looked at the blade. Five millimeters of cold steel.
He was paralyzed. Move, Spencer. But his feet would not listen. A noise in the hall made him start and he burst into action. He turned off the lights and reached into his pocket. He sprayed an even layer of luminol on the blade and waited. "Oh, please, God," he pleaded aloud as he waited. "This can't be happening."
But he did not have to wait long. A blue glow appeared where trace amounts of blood still remained on the blade. This was definitely the weapon used to murder William Farley.