I went looking for Professor Withers.
I didn’t find him, but I found someone else. Someone I’d put a bullet in three years earlier. And it was well-deserved.
I didn’t question how Professor Anthony Timmons could be alive.
I was curious about what he knew.
When I knocked on the door of the Arabian architecture staff, a young co-ed answered the door. She wasn’t anyone I knew, but she sure as hell appeared to know me. Her face paled, she stuttered, gasped, and then her eyes rolled back in her head as she fainted. I caught her, set her down in the hallway, and went into the office.
“Marie?” Timmons called as he exited a small washroom. Whatever other question might have been on his lips died when he saw me.
“You’re dead,” I told him, closing the door and drawing a Colt. “I put you down and took your crown, Professor.”
I cocked the hammer, brought it up and aimed the revolver at him.
“Tell me,” I continued. “Did you come from the Hollow?”
He swallowed and gave a nod, his eyes darting to the washroom.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Blood?” he asked, his voice shaking.
“Tell me where Genevieve Hunt is, and I’ll be on my way.”
His face tightened, and he forced a smile. “Who?”
I stepped forward and smashed my knee into his groin, sending him to the floor, where he knelt, gasping and vomiting his breakfast. Placing the barrel behind the man’s ear, I waited for him to settle down.
“It’s clear you know me,” I said, voice low. “And I knew you. I know all sorts of ways to hurt you, Anthony, and I’ll use them all. Once I start, I won’t stop. Tell me where the girl is.”
“Withers took her into the Hollow,” the man whimpered. “We have our own Miskatonic. Some of our professors, including myself and Withers, are on a sort of exchange program.”
I frowned. “How in the hell do you keep the Hollow fixed in one place for so long?”
Again his eyes flickered to the washroom, and I knew.
He nodded. “It’s steady. We found it only last year. It’s stayed in one place ever since.”
“Why is she there?”
“We needed a breeder,” the man whispered.
I kicked the man onto his back, put the Colt in his belly and pulled the trigger.
He died slow.