After visiting Kevin’s residence, I decided more prying into Kevin’s mysterious life needed to be done. Confidant of my mission, keeping my head held high, I made the ten-plus-mile drive to West Newton College. Once there, I parked near Noir Hall, turned the Jeep’s engine off, and sat behind its wheel for the next few minutes, taking in the campus.
Steel and granite buildings sprawled over the autumn landscape of leaves and empty branches. Young students from various backgrounds and cities were dressed in jeans, boots, and heavy coats, waiting for the next snowfall. Few professors moved from Noir Hall to their parked cars, driving away from the campus, following their teachings.
Eventually, I climbed out of the Jeep and walked inside the hulking building: five stories high, lots of windo
