Chapter 72

So Clark was armed. It made Daniel breathe a little more easily, think a little more clearly, as Clark added, “Response time to the university, with as many calls as I’m sure dispatch is getting, will be a matter of minutes. Five at most. I want you to find something heavy—desk, anything—and get your head down. On your knees, curl in, back to the door.”

“I…Clark. I love you.” Daniel had to say that first. “But I can’t just sit here. I know what I promised you, but that’s five minutes. He’s headed toward the east wing. There are classes and meetings going on upstairs—oh shit—they can’t get through the windows, and I have to check on Mr. Wilson.” Daniel was shaking hard enough that he had to stop talking for fear that Clark would hear.