TITLE: of oak and daemons
GENRE: urban fantasy
"Sir, you cannot walk these halls without an ID."
The authoritative tone of the male voice sifted belatedly into my brain and with a jerk of my head, I looked at the closed door leading to the classroom hallway. My movement blew the dust on the worktable in the archeology room and made my eyes water. I buried my face into my sleeve to stifle the sneeze that threatened to would follow.
"You have to have permission to be on this college campus, sir," the voice continued.
The other male voice had a note of familiarity. It was a British accent, cool and placating. Asking a question.
'Leah' was the only word I could make out.
A groan escaped my clenched teeth. His cultured voice was not much different from the recording on my answering machine at home.
The rat had found me.
He argued now and security answered with no-you-cannot authority. I heard a radio voice asking if assistance was required. I tried to squelch the hope of cuffs, a scuffle, and the sound of struggling feet dragged along the hallway floor. At least I didn't cross my fingers and say a blasphemous prayer.
If it would help though.
The voices became indistinct, murmurs of questions, answers, and conversation as I hid in the empty workroom. I glanced at the wall clock.
Three hours.no wonder my spine was trying to gnaw out of my back. I stretched and felt the complaining joints pop.