The Green Library was mostly empty. Quinn walked past the circulation desk, carrying a cardboard box filled with her AP textbooks and notebooks. Her locker was empty. Her ties to Stanford were officially severed.
She walked down the stairs to the basement archives. The hum of the microfiche machines echoed in the cold air. She found Grayson Knight sitting at a corner terminal, exactly where she expected him to be.
"Toby is at the warehouse dealing with the telecom contractors," Quinn said, dropping her cardboard box onto the table next to him.
Grayson didn't take his eyes off the glowing screen. "Did they finish pulling the T1 fiber line?"
"They are splicing the cables now," Quinn answered, pulling up a metal chair and sitting across from him. "I came back here to clear out my student
