Walking through the corridor in the Rudolph Arts & Humanities Building, it was obvious the Parkhurst rainmaker riches also watered the classrooms. Drayco peeked into one room and saw large video screens, computers everywhere, comfy padded chairs. The whole place smelled like freshly printed money.
He imagined Cailan here, walking to class, laughing with friends, worried about nothing more than being late, or maybe an exam. Had she had hints of what lay ahead? Was that why her social media postings had taken a darker turn? When he passed a couple of co-eds, he had the urge to shake them. To give them a lecture on situational awareness. Don’t let this happen to you.
Don’t let this happen to youTroy Jaffray’s office was at the very end of the hall. Drayco was already forming a picture of th
