almost a let down to enter her room and realize that this was no fantasy; she was investigating a murder; a very sophisticated murder at a Christian college and they hadn't even begun to crack the case.
"Thank God, you are back," Harry said feelingly and rubbing his belly.
She placed the bags with the snacks beside him. "Knock yourself out."
Harry nodded. "Don't mind if I do."
He grabbed the package with a bun and a hunk of cheese and proceeded to chow down. He gulped down two boxes of drinks and then belched.
"God Bless you."
Natasha grinned. "No problem partner. I had to feed you. If you die on me I guess I would be the chief suspect."
Harry laughed and then indicated toward the computer. "Edward Carlisle was really busy in his personal life. He had many different sexual partners. I wish you had a printer so I could show you some of the stuff he wrote to these people. I've counted..." he reached for his notebook, "six different persons to whom he sent emails in the last seven years. The very first week of his presidency and when these email address was set up he was corresponding with someone named
[email protected]. He sent her a picture of his penis." Harry shuddered. "He was actually holding it in his hands and his face was visible… must have taken it with his web cam. The response to the pic must have been favorable because he and
[email protected] agreed to meet at his house after a meeting he was having with the university pastor."
"Whoa," Natasha said, "was he stupid or what? All of that info stored in his school account! Not that I am complaining, because this is good for our investigation. Did he know that information transmitted through a school's computers and servers never really go away, and he did it anyway?"
Harry shrugged. "Who knows? I am trying to get a handle on his personality from the emails. What I am gleaning so far is that he had a very active sex life, and he was very interested in pornography. There are dozens of downloads of pictures of both women and men in several sexual acts in his saved files."
"Stop it," Natasha gasped. "Did you just say men?"
"Yup," Harry smirked, "seems as if Edward Carlisle swung both ways. He subscribed to a magazine called Bi Weekly. Contrarily, he also had a very intense devotional life. He sent out hundreds of mails about God and responsibility to Christian life, sometimes after sending or receiving one of his pictures."
Natasha covered her mouth in shock.
"He was even more mixed up than that," Harry said. "Hear this..."
September 5, 2002
From: Ted Bowes (
[email protected])
To: Edward Carlisle (
[email protected])
Subject: Sabbath Sermon
Hello Dr. Carlisle,
You have not yet confirmed your appointment as the speaker appointed for the sermon on Sabbath. As you know, the theme for the week is "Family Life God's Way or No Way." Please confirm.
Natasha who had covered her fingers over her eyes in a juvenile attempt at warding off what she was hearing asked, "So, did he preach?"
"Yup," Harry pulled up another file. "He confirmed that he would and he wrote a very good sermon. He sent it to his secretary to vet. The starting line is Psalm 127:1, Except the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it; except the Lord keeps the city, the watchman wakes but in vain."
"Hypocrite," Natasha snarled. "It's people like Carlisle that give Christians a bad name."
Harry laughed. "That's why I always say that Christians should follow Christ. I am not a regular churchgoer like you are, but I'm still not as shocked. Why? Because I know that once people decide to follow men, even the ones who sit at the head of a Christian institution, they will be disappointed.
He tut-tutted at Natasha. "Hear this. After the lovely sermon he sent this to his friend. The mail reads..."
From: Edward Carlisle (
[email protected])
To: Paul Chin (
[email protected])
Subject: Feeling