CHAPTER THREE
When the cop said this, Daniel immediately looked at Remi, who looked as surprised as he felt.
She’s getting too famous.
Remi had sent him the article by “Inspector 313.” Sooner or later, someone at the FBI was going to see that, and there’d be hell to pay.
“How did he know I worked for the FBI?” she asked.
The cop shrugged. “Not sure. He can tell you himself. He lives right next to campus and will be here in a minute. Let’s go upstairs.”
They went up to the third floor. Daniel looked all around. There were plenty of classrooms and offices. Plenty of places to hide. If the professor was known to burn the midnight oil, someone could have easily hidden in here and waited for the janitor to lock up.
Of course, he’d have to evade the janitor as he made his cleaning rounds.
