INT. - SILVER CITY COLLEGE - MORNING

Kinsey did her best not to grin at the tall redhead on the other side of her desk, just from sheer excitement. It seemed like she'd been badgering Gerri forever about the book resting on the surface of her desk, the red leather cover bent and worn with age, writing rubbed off so only the faint impression of where the words had been remained.

The blonde anthropologist had no idea what changed her detective friend's mind. Maybe the ...