Chapter 33

• A man wearing a blue Facilities Services shirt, pushing a rolling bucket and mop, stands about ten feet away. He takes a cautious step back. “I didn’t mean to startle you. The PT clinic closes at seven on Wednesdays.”
• “Oh, it’s fine.” I wave a hand in the air and clutch my purse. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and got turned around. I, uh, a student turned in a key today. It might be an important one. Maybe I could pass it over to you?”
• His eyes flare. “Oh yeah, you can give it to me. I’ll pass it on to my boss.