Chapter 48

I couldn’t believe how long it could rain, hours upon hours. At ten after six in the evening, it hadn’t stopped. Another bolt of lightning crashed on campus. Doonmyer Hall’s lights flickered off, on, off again, and then finally on. I jumped in my office chair, and the tip of a green pen in my right hand skied across a student’s essay in front of me on the desk, making it look as if a three-year-old had scribbled over it.

A fire truck came to life in the distance, wailing. I didn’t know if it belonged to Pittsburgh or Castling. Not that it mattered. A building or tree had been struck by lightning and caught on fire, or one of the electrical lines had fallen on campus, becoming hazardous to its summer students and professors.