Core Competencies - Letter #2
Kip Pettigrew MBA '11
Issue date: 12/8/09 Section: Humor
This is the second of five letters mailed to Salina Madrigal after February 12, 2010 by Alejandro Gonzalez. In his first letter Alejandro described how he discovered the body of one of his core teammates, Drew Davis. However, when he returned with the authorities the body was gone. The next day Drew supposedly withdrew from Sloan but Alejandro knows better. At least one of his core teammates is a murderer and he is determined to find out whom.
To my dearest Salina,
My mind has been going non-stop since I found Drew. It's only been three days since I wrote my last letter but it feels like an eternity has passed. The strangest thing is dealing with my core team. All six of them seem so happy now that Drew is gone. We've met twice for an econ project and they were all laughing and kidding with each other like old friends. The Arctic Mallards are just one big happy family now that Drew has passed. I wish I was naive but I know that beneath that laughter at least one of them is a killer. Someone was sitting there, laughing and joking while their hands were covered in blood not a week ago. The idea of it sickens me but I'm getting distracted. I'm writing to update you on what I've discovered so far. I only hope you'll see what I've missed. I still don't know what to do.
I think I must have been in shock for the first few days after finding Drew's body. I managed to write to you but I clearly wasn't thinking clearly. Otherwise I would have thought to do the most obvious thing: return to the scene of the crime. What I needed were clues to what really happened and the only way I was going to find them was by inspecting the scene of the crime.
It didn't take me that long to find the underground classroom we'd used as our meeting place the day Drew died. I'm a lawyer, not a detective but I inspected the room the best I could. The MIT cleaning crews are thorough and the floors had been mopped at least once since we'd last been there. There was no evidence of dried blood or foul play but the image of Drew lying in a spreading pool of blood was still fresh in my mind. That was when I realized how much of the puzzle I was actually missing. How had Drew been killed? Was he shot? Stabbed? Hit over the head with something? I don't know. All I saw was a body and too much blood. I needed a murder weapon. I needed information. It's never as easy as they make it seem in the movies.
To my dearest Salina,
My mind has been going non-stop since I found Drew. It's only been three days since I wrote my last letter but it feels like an eternity has passed. The strangest thing is dealing with my core team. All six of them seem so happy now that Drew is gone. We've met twice for an econ project and they were all laughing and kidding with each other like old friends. The Arctic Mallards are just one big happy family now that Drew has passed. I wish I was naive but I know that beneath that laughter at least one of them is a killer. Someone was sitting there, laughing and joking while their hands were covered in blood not a week ago. The idea of it sickens me but I'm getting distracted. I'm writing to update you on what I've discovered so far. I only hope you'll see what I've missed. I still don't know what to do.
I think I must have been in shock for the first few days after finding Drew's body. I managed to write to you but I clearly wasn't thinking clearly. Otherwise I would have thought to do the most obvious thing: return to the scene of the crime. What I needed were clues to what really happened and the only way I was going to find them was by inspecting the scene of the crime.
It didn't take me that long to find the underground classroom we'd used as our meeting place the day Drew died. I'm a lawyer, not a detective but I inspected the room the best I could. The MIT cleaning crews are thorough and the floors had been mopped at least once since we'd last been there. There was no evidence of dried blood or foul play but the image of Drew lying in a spreading pool of blood was still fresh in my mind. That was when I realized how much of the puzzle I was actually missing. How had Drew been killed? Was he shot? Stabbed? Hit over the head with something? I don't know. All I saw was a body and too much blood. I needed a murder weapon. I needed information. It's never as easy as they make it seem in the movies.
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