Law School Murders: Criminals

Little red cups littered the lawn of the sorority house Zeta Alpha Pi. The ZAPs came out in full force. Their attention spans were short and their skirts were shorter. Furniture from the house like a couch sat under a tree where a ZAP and some random student lip locked.

Once the music died down and the other college kids began to file out of the bedrooms and living room and den. A blonde haired tallish blue-eyed ZAP drew from a marijuana cigarette.

“I knew them,” she exhaled. “I know the guy who did it.”

“Really?” The fraternity brother from Sigma Sigma Gamma named Thom Dorsey grabbed his head.

“Yeah. This whole time I felt he would do something like that,” Cella Santorski said.

“I’ve gotta get out of here,” Dorsey said.

“I know. I’ve got to transfer to New Sweden.

It’s boring but people aren’t dying over some frat house bullshit,” Cella said.

Thom stumbled to his feet and wobbled before crashing down again.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good.”

Cella texted her sorority sister Amy Canton. He had his hand on the side of his head and he once again struggled to his feet. This time, gravity blessed him and he won the fight to stand upright.

“I’m going to call your RA.”

“Thanks.”

The party was a success based on the criteria of young males and women hooking up and getting drunk.

But upstairs, there was no sign of drugs, liquor or beer. Two law school students engaged in a heated argument about Kim.

“She was guilty in my estimation,” Falita Hopewell said.

“She was cleared on both murder charges. She represented herself in the investigation and now, she could have the credentials to be her own legal counsel based on knowledge,” Kallah Fiske replied.

“Maybe. But maybe not. She used the system to gratify herself. All of the evidence pointed to the facts that she was right there and had access to both cells. She won in the civil suit for some reason I know not.”

It was around four o’clock in the morning. The dampness of the night began to roll into the campus. The temperature plummeted. Kallah closed a window and tightened her hoodie.

“I still find that the legal system served Professor Jergenen.”

“Why?” asked Falita.

“Because she knew the law and wouldn’t have placed herself in the position to be a defendant on purpose, she didn’t go through with the murders.”

“Who wants to be a defendant on purpose?”

“Criminals.”

“And I’d say Jergensen is a complete and utter criminal. I only trust her as far as she grades my term papers. And I’m actually thinking about dropping her class.”

“Dropping and going where?”

“You know Professor Guyton?” Falita asked.

“Didn’t he go back to get his JD?”

“He’s been doing breakdowns and provides classes online through his own private company. If I can just get in there and—”

“Leave that alone. Stay with Professor Jergensen and get your degree from here. I know that it may seem enticing to go the digital route, but he’s too busy finishing his degree. The board felt that Professor Jergensen was an exemplary teacher and knew the law from the street.”

Felita kissed her teeth. “That woman belongs in a jail cell. She should be rotting in prison for killing those women.”

“But you’re missing the facts. That’s the key to being a lawyer,” Kallah said.

“No, they give her a chair position in the law field and she’ll probably get tenure. Goddamn shame.”

“It’s justice, goddamnit. She went through the system of the law and came out victorious because of her innocence.”