Chapter 12
NOAH WAS WAITING for Tom in front of the building where he worked, and they arrived at the UNF campus with half an hour to kill.
“Why did she make the appointment for four?” Tom said.
“Because that’s the earliest I thought I could be there,” Noah said. “I was planning to go home first.”
“Let’s go see if she’s free now.”
Tom led Noah to the appropriate building and up a flight of stairs. He stopped outside a door with the name ‘Agnes Ambrose, PhD’ stenciled on it. The door was half open, so he knocked on it.
“Come,” a deep female voice said.
Tom pushed the door all the way open and entered the room.
“Well, if it isn’t Dr. Foster, and if I’m not mistaken, his prize soloist,” Dr. Ambrose said. “Come on in and have a seat.”
“I’m still not used to the title,” Tom said, takin
