It was dark and damp and her hands were handcuffed behind her back. She heard what sounded like water dripping somewhere in the distance. She tried to remember what had happened and shook her head. She had been in the basement. She squeezed her eyes closed. She remembered seeing a man wearing a brown grounds crew uniform and sunglasses. She remembered catching a glimpse of a smile as a fist made contact with her jaw. The hint of a smile was familiar. Chambers! He was here…in the tunnels. Her breathing increased and she began to feel sick. She was trapped, probably alone with a killer. “WHAT DO YOU mean, he’s got Maggie?” Donaldson demanded. “Her car is here and it shouldn’t be. We have to get to the university,” Brodie said as she tried to restrain the near-panic she felt inside. “Maggie went to the university?” Donaldson asked. “You chewed her ass out once before for going somewhere alone.” “She called me on my way to work this morning. I told her she could go as long as she took a security guard with her.
