“Is the dean in?”
“She’s in, but I’m not sure she’s available. I’ll have to check.”
The secretary left them alone, disappearing down a short corridor that led deeper into the suite of offices. Lorna took advantage of her absence to take a look around. There wasn’t much to see. A potted palm in a corner. A row of battered gray file cabinets. A wooden shelving unit that upon closer inspection turned out to be mail cubbies. She scanned the names beneath the boxes, pausing when she reached Sam Winslow’s. The professor’s mail slot was empty.
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