A couple of people had called for emergency rescue, apparently not believing help was already coming. But at least pandemonium had been averted. Plates of uneaten food were everywhere. Word had also been sent to the other dining rooms in the dorms. But, in all of this, no one had seen either Maurice or Geoffrey. Or Isabelle. Though he’d already tried once, there was no better way to cover the entire commune than the security monitors. They had to be somewhere on the premises. Mac backed out of the dining room and, in moments, he was bounding up the stairs. Almost like a routine now, he quickly rounded the corner into the hallway where the monitors were. As he got there, the door was just closing. He glimpsed the back of someone who’d just entered–someone wearing a white lab coat. Mac half-opened, half-kicked the door open. It sailed through the air, colliding with the wall and bouncing back with a loud bang. The ploy had its desired effect as Dr. Maurice Giraudot jumped into the air. “Hello, doctor,”
