meant she needed a key. Either that or a handy burglar.
She couldn’t ask anyone in the administration office to unlock the door. They’d want to know what she was doing. Most likely, they’d want to go down to the basement with her. She couldn’t very well say she was hunting for documentation showing what an excellent man and educator the professor was. Word undoubtedly would get back to Broadstreet and then they really wouldn’t be able to get at the files. There was no telling if someone in the administration office was trying to curry favor with Broadstreet. She had a feeling the man had spies everywhere.
What she needed, Jane thought, was to approach someone she felt confident was in no one’s pocket. Someone who would never run and tell Broadstreet or the board what she was up to.
Outside, it was beginning to rain. Within a blink of an eye, her office was cast into shadow, turning afternoon into practically night.
She reached across her desk and turned on the lamp. As light filled the room, Jane smiled to herself.
There was someone she could ask. Someone, she instinctively knew, who was in no one’s pocket and never would be.
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