The guard looked at me with a conflicted expression. I wasn't trying to make things difficult for him, but he was a tough one to crack.
"If you don't want to go suddenly missing in this city, I'd suggest you do as I say."
"I'll make a copy of the footage for you right away." The security guard went to work immediately.
I looked at the footage with a darkened gaze.
When I was walking by the classroom, I bumped into that teacher. He had a wide smile and gentle gaze, yet somehow, he looked rather creepy.
I knocked on the door. "Mr. Dawson, right?"
Quentin Dawson turned to look at me nervously. Since he was a teacher there, he surely knew who I was.
"Mr. Joplin, what are you doing here?"
"Of course, I'm looking for you."
Murphy had gotten me information on him in less than ten minutes. Quentin had a prior record of convictions, but he was only detained for one month.
"I'm still in the middle of class—"
"Mr. Dawson, I believe you won't want your reputation ruined."
Quentin looked a little terrified. He instructed the students to study on their own while he followed me out of the classroom.
I led him to an empty classroom and said directly, "Mr. Dawson, you've led a very colorful life." I threw evidence and documents at him. "You previously held another job at another school, but you were there for less than a year."
Quentin's face paled, and he was sweating profusely.
"Those rumors have been cleared up," Quentin said rather agitatedly. His face soon flushed a violent shade of red.
"Cleared up? But there were other incidents too, no?"
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