Goren knew he had to talk to Anna again. It wasn't personal indulgence either. She was now a suspect. He spent the afternoon making calls to the University trying to find out everything about her. He found out very little however. During her first few months she was on Campus she was very involved in several organizations. About two weeks before the police report was filed she just up and left everything. She stopped attending anything social and instead began to reside in her dorm most of the time. To Goren it was clear she was avoiding someone, or a group of people. Since then she had done her best to remain invisible on campus, making sure she cut herself off from anyone who was involved. He decided to make a trip back up to her dorm, but only found her roommate locking up. He stopped her and asked "Has Anna been by here lately?"
The room mate looked uncomfortable. "She left for class about twenty minutes ago, but if you ask me something is up with her. She's normally cooped up in here and since Bobby's murder she only comes in when she needs something for class. I don't see her around campus either."
"Thanks." he said pausing, then asked "Do you think I could leave her a message on her desk? Just real quick?" and made his way into her room.
He saw the sketch of himself had been worked on, but the eyes were still the most detailed part. He picked it up and noticed something about his eyes had changed. The shines in his eyes had been turned into small hearts. It was a small unnoticeable act. It blended right in, and wouldn't even have been noticed by a normal eye but Goren had a knack for picking up on these things. His pulse quickened. Could she see in his eyes that he was that intrigued by her or had she simply drawn that because she was beginning to feel the same way. Of course, he thought as he put it back down on her desk and grabbed a pen, that was ridiculous. She was way to young to have her sights set on someone his age. He still didn't understand himself why he was so curious about her and why he felt his body go numb at the thought of her. He left a message on a sticky note he attached to the drawing of himself. Leaving his number he said to call at eight later that night. He then thanked the roommate and left to find Eames. He normally didn't discuss personal issues with her, but he had a gut feeling she could help with this one and his gut was usually right.
He called for a cab and called Eames to meet him at a diner near their hotel in Oklahoma City. When he arrived he sat in the farthest booth from the entrance, one that was more secluded than the rest, by a window. A light rain began to trickle on the windows as lightning flashed in the distance. The storm wouldn't hit here, just the rain. He was mesmerized by the water droplets forming shapes on the window when a voice said, "They're going to keep doing the same thing no matter how long you look at them."
It was Eames. Just another one of her sarcastic remarks. Goren smiled a sad smile and greeted his long time partner.
"Hello Alex. I'm glad you could join me."
"Of course, Bobby." she replied it with emphasis on his name. It was not often they greeted each other so informally. "What land have you been off in lately?"
He paused. He knew she was going to ask, thats why he had invited her to the diner. He needed to talk. Yet embarrassment, an emotion he wasn't used to swept over him, and he found he had a hard time finding his tongue. "It's this girl, Alex. She's what? Nineteen? Twenty? I don't get it. I'm flustered by her. Intrigued. Curious."
"Bobby," She countered. "You've always been intrigued by things you don't understand. Like how she looks you in the eyes and doesn't look away out of discomfort, or the fact that she seems to have had an late night experience with our vic and doesn't remember it. But I have serious doubts that that is what you are talking about. You're falling for our suspect, Bobby?"
He didn't reply. Instead turned his head towards the window and resumed watching the raindrops. He didn't understand. At his age he shouldn't be noticing girls her age, but a nagging in his stomach told him it wasn't her age that had him hooked. It was her. Her personality was so unusual. Not criminal or insane, no he had dealt with those, but it wasn't normal either. She had the personality of a person who knew the secrets to life and kept them to herself. A similarity to Mona Lisa, who's smile mocked the viewers ignorance, was now forming in his mind. Eames nudged him. He looked up and stared at her. She made to say something then stopped. Then she opened her mouth to speak again, forming her sentence so as to say exactly the right thing.
"I can't tell you right and wrong in this situation, Bobby. But don't stake your future on a girl who could be a killer because you're curiosity got the better of you."
He nodded. As she got up to leave, he said quietly to her back, "Don't worry, Only cats die from such things."