While Bill needed to take two connecting busses, he was able to get seats near the back in both of them and hide himself with a newspaper. A few times while waiting for the busses he caught other passengers looking curiously in his direction, but he found if he stared back at them with an angry scowl they’d wilt quickly and look away.He now sat on the ground outside the back entrance of the building where Dr. Henry Schlow had his office. Schlow’s office hours were scheduled for between three and four-thirty, and the last time Bill compulsively checked his watch it was a quarter to five. He tried giving the impression that he was a panhandler, only occasionally craning his neck to search for Schlow. He hoped Schlow would be leaving by this entrance to access the small parking lot behind the building, but as the minutes ticked away his stomach tightened at the prospect of missing the MIT professor. If that happened, it would be another week before Schlow would have scheduled office hours again.Earlier before leaving Charlestown, Bill found a coffee shop several blocks from Jeremy’s apartment that provided a strong enough Wi-Fi signal that he could tap into it from outside.
