said. “A broken window at the athletic center. Turned out to be a false alarm.”
“And who called it in?”
“An anonymous tip,” Vance said, looking down at his desk. “It was dark, there are no witnesses, and the cameras are down.”
I knew he was lying because the green indicator light on the wall behind him was flashing, showing the western server was still online and receiving data.
But I did not tell him that.
I turned and walked out of the office, the heavy glass doors swinging shut with a quiet hiss.
I walked back to the science plaza, the cold air clearing the smell of the security office from my lungs.Ordering Science Kits
The streetlights on the main road a block away cast long, yellow fingers of light through the bare oak trees.
I stood in front of the open junction box again, my fingers
