“Tell. Me. Everything,” he growled instead, pouncing on Hank the moment Charles was out of sight.
“Wha—what?” the lanky boy panicked.
“Tell me everything you know about that guy.”
“What—why?”
Erik started to say ‘Because I’m going to have him and I need all the help I can get,’ but instead he stopped after the first word, which sounded much more menacing.
He pumped Hank for information all through lunch, threatening to force the kid to switch shifts with Angel to take the evening run too in order to get every last detail out of him. By the end he felt like a proper stalker: Charles taught Biology 411 Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9:00 to 10:50, there were quiz sections on Wednesdays and Fridays run by his TAs, Jean, Scott and Ororo. There were office hours every Monday from 3 to 5, although Charles was always either in his office or in the lab in the biology building.
Hank had read everything the professor had ever published and knew his work inside and out, although his knowledge of the man’s personal life was middling, which was what prompted Erik to threaten him with shift changes in the first place. “I think he has a sister!” Hank had yelped in response. “He does—he does have a sister! She goes to school here, I think. Some humanities major or something! Women’s studies! It’s women’s studies!”
“What else?” Erik had growled, coming at him with the milk thermometer like a shank.
the milk thermometer
like a shank
I can’t.
I can’t.
