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Show 14fi "What's on the second floor?" "Library, classrooms. Those used to be dorms, I guess, when the DT was new." "Where's the dining room?" "BasemEnt, front half. Kitchen's behind." Parker could feel a prickling on his neck. For the second day in a row he wasn't hungry for lunch. "What are you doing after school," he asked suddenly, "about 5:30?" "Nothing." Parker forced himself to stop and think. Why drag Jeff into this7 He hadn't thought any of it through himself. . . but then, why not check it out, this idea that kept returning like a persistent itch? He wasn't committing himself to anything, was he? "Parker," Glotz eyed him narrowly, "do you know what you're doing?" "I suppose that's debatable," he answered, sampling the meat loaf that had grown cold on his plate. "Are you thinking you can bust Dyna out of there?" "Look, Glotz, don't ask questions. I don't need an accomplice, I just need information, that's all." "That'8 all! Man, you're in big trouble just thinking about it. They had a bomb scare one day when I was there, evacuated the whole building, and you know what?" "I wasn't considering a bomb threat." "Let me tell you! The kid that made that call from the outside got the book thrown at him, that's what." "Look, can you go with me tonight or not? All I'm gonna do is . . . I want to go up in the University Towers. From there I can check out the roof of the DT with binoculars." "What do you want to do that for?" "I don't know. I get these weird impulses, Glotz. I probably oughta see a doctor." "You turd! Okay, Parker, pick me up at 5:30. Maybe I can save you from yourself." Grinning, they smacked hands, but Jeff kept right on shaking his head even after Parker left to return his half-eaten lunch. |
