He’d worked his way to that point from the access road through the woods and into the dark side of the building. Avoiding the surveillance cameras had been simple enough, but he did not know if there were trip alarms in the approaches or not. At last, he decided he was overcautious and moved through the trees. Everything looked pretty much as he expected—no activity at the building, no sound, nothing out of the ordinary. Then a car crossed the parking lot and nosed into the trees. He could make out two heads in the front seat. The headlights extinguished and the motor went silent. He glanced at his watch. Donati would contact him soon. There was nothing to do now but wait. *** “Anything on the tube, boys?” Loyal Parker stuck his head in the campus police center. The eleven to seven shift had just come on duty. Jake Tarbull hunched over the television monitors displaying various walkways, corridors, and buildings on campus. “Naw, Chief, one of them quiet nights.
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