“She—” Frederica’s phone rang. A blocked number again. She sighed and rejected the call. “Has anyone ever come after you over a story?”
“Oh, all the time,” he said. “Why do you think I left England? Is that what this ‘Virginia’ is doing?”
Frederica nodded. Cyrus leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
“Every student has a file,” he said. “They don’t just bin them when you’re done. Systems and Records keeps everything—hard copy and digital—in the basement of the Norton Building. Someone with the ability to bypass security might be able to find what he or she were looking for there. Not that I condone breaking and entering, you understand.”
The tiniest hint of a smirk passed across his lips.
“Yeah, I understand,” she said, pokerfaced. “Thanks anyway.”
After classes finished for the day, Frederica sat on a bench in the courtyard, eyeing the crowd around her. Thoughts and feelings and memories flashed through her mind; relationship drama, exam anxiety, health concerns. But nothing connected to Virginia.
“Hi Fred,” Magh said, pushing through the crowd. “Sorry I’m late.”
Frederica stood from the bench. Magh glanced around nervously.
“Is she here?” Magh asked.
“I hope so,” Frederica replied. She handed Magh a USB drive. “You know what to do.”
Magh nodded, looked around once more, and pocketed the drive.
“Good luck,” she said.
“You too,” Frederica replied.
Magh nodded and disappeared back into the crowd. Frederica walked the other direction, halfway across the courtyard, then turned invisible and hung a left, into an old brick building labelled “NORTON ADMINISTRATIVE COMPLEX”.