Shane called her confederates Roselyn Jacobs and Clive McKenna. When she requested they bring a tarp, Steven narrowed his eyes at her, his eyebrows hooding shadows over his eyes. She assured him it was necessary, and he was good enough not to question why, though this was his nature--infuriatingly so because this process of saving his life could have been abbreviated if he knew how to answer a straight question.

She met them in the basement of the art building, which was for storage and little visited by students. The cellar had cool concrete floors. She found one with a drain in the floor and a sink if it came to that.

Shane was prepared to assure Steven that Roselyn and Clive would help, but he did not ask. She chose to believe this was because he trusted her process.

When they arrived, Shane filled them in on what she knew and a chunk of what she suspected. Steven nodded that she had not missed any of the germane points but didn't expand on them.

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