Blair Davenport stood outside her sister's temporary office at 9:47 PM, her hand raised to knock but frozen three inches from the door. The hallway was empty at this hour, most faculty gone home and most students confined to their apartments for mandatory study hours. Good. She didn't need witnesses for this conversation.
She knocked twice. Sharp. Professional.
"Enter."
Cassandra sat behind the borrowed desk, already packing files into a leather briefcase that probably cost more than most hunters made in a month. The office looked stripped bare compared to this afternoon, when Blair had watched through the window across the quad as that lottery winner walked out alive and apparently untraumatized. Now only Cassandra's personal effects remained, ready for transport back to the mainland where actual problems demanded attention.
