" Did you know him?" The guy that got killed?" Yeah. Professor Gillespie." Sure. I know all the profs who go in and out of here." He clearly meant wit...in his domain, not the university. "He was a real pig." A pig?" A new side of Gillespie was emerging."Yeah. A real pig. I'd go into his office an' there'd be butts all over the floor, and paper crumpled and tossed anywhere near the basket. Hardly ever in it. And his coffee cup half full with bugs all over it. A real pig."I wondered what he. She went into her room and I went into mine. I didn’t call Clarissa.In the morning, I rode the bus to school. Melanie sat next to me but we didn’t speak. Once there, my sister walked up and confronted me privately.“What gives, Jack?”“The game ended early. I parked a couple of blocks away and went to see what you were doing. I found out and heard more. We won’t ride together any more. Bev, what you’re doing is bad enough. What’s worse is that you knew what Clarissa was doing and didn’t tell me.. The fact there’d been no attempt to hide her body was evidence that the murderers weren’t professional criminals. And the evidence from the semen and the nature of the violence was that there’d been at least two and possibly as many as half a dozen men involved in the crime. But in the early 1990s when there was no such thing as DNA profiling and when America was drowning in a national crime wave, there was little likelihood the criminals would ever be found. Unless the forensic evidence. I started to remove my clothes, but at the same time keeping an eye on Greg and Tony. They seemed to be in a competition to see who could be rougher. Greg started by literally ripping Roberta's shirt off, and it appeared that at least two buttons popped completely off. Tony was not much better since he almost caused Patricia to fall on top of him while he was ripping her panties off. I don't know if she could have still used them or not later on since he put them in his pocket after removing.