David Rittenhouse Laboratory, School of Arts and Sciences, University of Pennsylvania
3:30 PM - Thursday, July 17, 1969
Detective Jim Hendricks sat behind the wheel of his unmarked car in the parking lot outside the David Rittenhouse Laboratory on the campus of the University of Pennslyvania with his partner, Detective Gus Stoker. The younger man, who wasn't quite thirty yet, still had the eagerness of his youth and never seemed to be bored on stakeouts like this one. He had only recently made Detective, of course. He would learn, as Jim had, that stakeouts were dull as dishwater. Jim's older brother Dave was a sergeant working at the firing range at the police academy, which still had to be more interesting than this. Sergeant Charlie Rawlings had assigned the two of them to follow Brian Anderson, who had somehow managed to get released on bail this morning. After Brian had left City Hall, he had gotten on a bus that took him west across the Schuylkill River to University City in West Philadelphia. From there he had gone to his frat house for a while, then to a morning class, then to the cafeteria for lunch, and finally to afternoon classes. They had managed to get a listing of the classes he took, and this was his last class of the day, a chemistry course. It was due to let out any minute now.
