Hayden hoped they looked like a couple of students late for a class and not two people fleeing an assault on a college professor. What had they just done? He couldn’t lie to himself. If Eskdale pressed charges, it was assault. No two ways about it. He’d been willing to beat the answers from the man. If they hadn’t been disturbed, he might have gone too far. What the hell was wrong with him? Were the stresses of witnessing Shane’s death and the deaths of all the people at MDE getting to him? Yes, but it wasn’t an excuse. Hayden shot a glance over his shoulder. No one was pursuing them. It made sense. If Eskdale was tied to anything untoward at MDE, he wasn’t about to cry for help. His not calling the alarm just proved he was involved. He and Rebecca were safe for now. He caught her arm. “It’s OK. No one’s coming.” She turned to him, panic clear in her expression. She didn’t believe him. She whipped her gaze around her, looking at every window and exit. When she saw no one, the stiffness went out of her body.
