The first sign Declan had broken the new rules was an email.
I read it standing beside the staff lockers at four thirteen on Monday afternoon. HOLLIS, QUINN — EVENING CLINICAL SHIFT ADJUSTMENT.
My scheduled late observation had been moved from eight p.m. to three the following afternoon due to “temporary security considerations affecting student staff.” At first, I assumed it applied to everyone. Then Rowan walked in wearing her coat.
“See you tonight,” she said.
I looked at her.
“You’re still on the eight o’clock observation?”
“I am.”
The answer settled something cold in my stomach.
“Who else was moved?”
Rowan frowned. “Moved where?” I turned my phone toward her. She read the email. Her expression sharpened.
“That’s weird.”
“Very.”
“You ask Franssen?”
“I’m about to.”
He was
