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It’s dark outside, but the Oxford campus is lit everywhere with warm white and yellow lights. Wilkinson insists on giving me his huge flashlight, even though I don’t need it.
Jake isn’t happy.
“I’m sure this could wait until the morning,” he says.
“I’m sure it can’t,” I answer. “We’ll be about an hour. If you two want to go get dinner or something, help yourselves.”
“You’re sure I can’t help you,” Jake says. He takes a step too close, and Red lets him know to back off. Jake is probably tired of that by now, but Red never seems bored. He’s decided that’s his job and he does it.
“You could bring us back some food to eat in the car on the way home,” I say. “That would be great.”
We’re halfway across the first courtyard and well out of earshot when Daniel says, “He looks at you, you
