Chapter 27Rory glanced at the clock above the desk in his office. His defense was another hour away. The room was only a fifteen-minute walk from the English department offices. If he walked slowly. I should have spent more time at the apartment this morning, he thought, but he’d dressed and left as quickly as he could so Doc didn’t get white hair all over his grey suit. She’d been a true gift in the last week or so, giving Rory someplace to direct his energies when he couldn’t see or text Taggart. With her now back at the apartment, and since Rory still had at least a half hour to kill, the only thing he thought he could do was pace.
The long, winding hallways of the basement offices were comforting in no time. Not just because the tiles made a satisfying sound once they collided with hi
