Pedro jumped to his feet, the realization pulsing through him. He didn’t bother turning off the light or straightening a single chair. In a blur, he grabbed his keys, locked the shop, and took off toward the west wing of campus—his breath quickening with each step on the pavement.
There was only one place on campus that might have a tree like that—the quiet lawn behind the old humanities library. That part of the university had been around for generations, with broad grassy areas and mature trees that no one ever paid much attention to anymore.