Shea paid for parking in one of the guest lots on the Central Arizona University campus, then ran to Mofford Hall, where Labrys’ office was located. Though it had been years since Shea had been there, her feet still knew the way even if her head was still a bit muddled. Inside, she took the steps two at a time to the second floor, charged through a knot of students milling about the hallway, and pounded on Labrys’ office door.
“Office hours aren’t until two,” said a muffled voice. “Come back then.”
Shea pounded again. “Open the f*****g door, Labrys, or I swear I’ll kick it in.”
Shea could hear two distinct voices inside, followed by the sound of the door being unlocked. Shea raised her fist ready to strike. The door opened to reveal a twenty-something with short red hair. Her blouse was
