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Lily popped a section of tangerine into her mouth and nodded. She’d held the atlas open the whole way in the car, her hands constantly returning to the page. “By the river. I think I’ll know exactly where, once we get closer.”
“Lily and I will go check in with the admissions office, and then try to find Jack’s paperwork.” Michael held up the key card Dune had made for him. It was supposed to guarantee entrance to the file storage room. “Kaleb, I think you and Em should go to the physics department to see if you can get any information about Jack and his time here and, if the opportunity presents itself, maybe get some information on Teague and Chronos.”
“Why are Kaleb and I going together instead of you and me?” Em leaned back on his chest and looked up at him.
That didn’t burn.
“Because if I go with you, we can both ask questions, and that’s it. Kaleb’s perception is invaluable in a situation like this.”
“Aww, thanks for noticing,” I said.
“As long as Lily’s cool with it.” Em shrugged.
Lily nodded. “Fine.”
“Okay.” Michael sounded relieved. “The head of the physics department is named Gerald Turner. He’s on campus today, and he has office hours right now.”
All the curves and lines and shadows Lily was so excited about became even more evident as we crossed the campus to the science building.
Gothic architecture, pointed archways, and cool gray stone made me feel like I was in another place and time instead of five minutes away from downtown Memphis. “Hey,” I said, pointing up. “There’s a bell tower. Where’s Quasimodo?”
“Look,” Em said, also pointing up. “It’s a flying buttress!”
“A what?” I cocked my head to the side.
“Never mind.”
We entered the building and approached the science department. I took Em’s arm. “Walk behind me.”
“Kaleb Ballard. That hurts me in my feminism.”
“It has nothing to do with feminism, and everything to do with the fact that a girl is sitting behind the counter,” I whispered, reaching for the doorknob.
“How do you know you’re her type?” Em asked doubtfully.
“I’m every girl’s type.” I ignored Em’s snicker, since I’d totally set myself up for it, and opened the door.
We made it past the gatekeeper in record time. Em’s snicker turned into an eye roll.
The bluesy sound of Muddy Waters poured into the hallway as we approached, along with the faint scent of pipe tobacco. We paused outside the cracked door, jumping when we heard a gruff voice.
“I can hear you lurking. Don’t just stand out there. Come on in. Office hours are posted; you’re well within the time frame.” The voice was deep, that of a lifelong smoker, or possibly James Earl Jones’s younger brother. “Twenty years in this department, and students still think my office hours are some kind of cosmic joke.”
Twenty years in this department meant he’d been here when my dad and Teague were here, and when they left. It also meant he’d been one of those who’d chosen to stay behind.
“Well?” he barked out.
I looked back at Em for visual confirmation and then pushed the door open. I was immediately assaulted by shiny black leather, Art Deco prints, and a giant moose head on the far left wall. A tiny placard hung underneath it, with one word, Freddy. A fedora hung on the topmost point of each antler. One of the hats had a cheetah print hatband.
A man with a head full of white hair, and a black goatee sprinkled with silver, sat behind a desk. His skin, the same color as cocoa powder, sported deep wrinkles in his smile lines. His gaze lingered on Em when she stepped into the doorway beside me. “Can I help you?”
I felt out his emotions. Curiosity. Mild impatience tempered with tolerance.
“Are you Dr. Turner?” Em asked, not crossing the threshold. Waiting to be invited in, like a vampire.
“That depends. Are you two ghost chasers?” He considered us over his bifocals as he pulled a bag of pipe tobacco out of his top desk drawer.
“No, sir,” I answered, frowning at Em. “We aren’t ghost chasers.”
