Chapter 4
"So you're thinking she cut her own face?" Greg leaned across the lunch table and stole a chip from Sara's bag.
"It looks that way." She turned the bag so he could share without sneaking.
"Why would someone do that?"
"For attention." Grissom walked into the lunchroom, folder in one hand and coffee cup in the other.
Sara looked up at him, "It's a good bet. Did we find anything on that professor the roommate told us about?"
The supervisor filled his cup and joined them at the table. "Brass went out, had a little chat with him. Mindy's in his class, getting an A. He didn't have much to say about her beyond that."
"The roommate said she's obsessed with him. Is it possible he doesn't know?"
Grissom's eyes held Sara's, "He knows."
Greg cut in, "If he knows why isn't he saying anything?"
"Probably ignores her advances, doesn't want to involve himself." Sara sat back and pushed her lunch away.
Grissom's expression was mild, "It could be that there isn't much more to say. Knowing someone has feelings for you doesn't make you responsible for them, or an expert on their private life. It's likely he's tried to keep things professional."
"The guy has to have feelings though, if she's in his class. He has to feel bad that she got hurt, or be creeped out that she hurt herself…something. Brass didn't get a read on that?" Greg pressed.
"One thing you'll learn working with us? Not everyone has feelings Grego." Sara dumped her lunch in the trash and exited the room.