KYREN'S POV
The basement of the Security Annex smelled like shoe polish and stale coffee.
I sat between Josh and Emmett, my eyes burning from staring at the flickering blue light of the surveillance monitors.
We've been in here for six hours. A shadowy figure finally flickered across the screen, making me lean forward in my chair.
"Go back," I rasped, my voice sounding like gravel. "Tuesday night. 11:45 PM."
Josh hit a key.
The footage resolved to the outside of the gym.
The campus was a ghost town. The streetlamps cast long, skeletal shadows across the parking lot.
A figure stepped out from behind a pillar.
It was him. Oliver. I instantly recognized him.
And he wasn't walking. He was waiting. He stood there for forty minutes, his hood pulled low.
He stared at the doors
