CHAPTER 4St. Paul Campus
Afternoon, March 17
A growing sense of unease gathered in the pit of Ann’s stomach as she walked to the lab from her office. The unease became an ache when she saw the padlock on the freezer. All of her locks had been the same model, and this wasn’t one of them. Her heart pounded as she double-checked to make sure it was the right freezer.
Carla pointed to the floor under the latch mechanism. “Dr. Hartman, look at this.” She bent and scraped up a sample of fine black powder from the floor. “It feels like metal filings.”
Ann examined the powder and rubbed it between her fingers. “Somebody used a hacksaw.” She glanced quickly at the floor around the freezer and under the lab benches. “See if you can find my padlock around here. I have a phone call to make.”
Ann
