Part 18 (2/2)

”Keep moving. We're too exposed out here.”

We snuck toward the door.

Chance attacked the lock with a set of picks from a leather pouch. If only my mom could see me now. What nice friends you've made!

There was a window a few feet away.

”Screw it. I was never good at this.”

Chance pocketed the tools and picked up a rock.

”Chance, no,” I whispered, but it was too late. He smashed the window. A jingling crash echoed through the empty yard, breaking the silence. I looked around, didn't see anyone. He used the rock to clear away the sharp edges, then looked back at me, poised to climb inside.

”We have to go fast now,” he said. ”Once we're in the tunnels, it's vast. We'll be fine.”

I followed him into the window. We came into an office, then into a cinder-block hallway painted white. Chance was moving fast in no particular direction, glancing in doorways. He started cursing.

”Help me out, G.o.dd.a.m.n it.”

”What are you looking for?”

”Something going down. I don't know. A manhole. A stairway.”

I found a room with a concrete floor and bare bulb. There was a hatch on the ground; it looked like a misplaced attic door.

”Here,” I called.

I tried to pull it open, but it was too heavy.

Chance knelt beside me. We pulled together on the chain, and the hatch lifted. We pulled it to the point of no return, and it fell backward with a crash.

”Jesus Christ, Jeremy,” he hissed.

”Come on,” I said. I started climbing down the ladder.

I looked up and saw two figures behind Chance. He was stepping down onto the ladder and they pulled him up and back. His eyes went wide.

”What the f.u.c.k,” he cried and fell backward. I looked down. I could just drop. I didn't know how far it was. But Chance had the map. He had the flashlights in his pack. I didn't know where to go.

Just drop!

A hand came down and grabbed my sweats.h.i.+rt. I clawed at the arm. Another hand got around my neck and yanked up hard. I lost my breath.

I went up and fell over on my back.

I hit the floor hard.

A man was standing over me. He prodded me with his foot.

”Get back against the wall.”

I took in the uniform and breathed a sigh of relief. Campus police. Miles wrote me about them his freshman year. He had a roommate who was a local kid from a nearby blue-collar town. One night, this roommate went out for old time's sake with a high school friend. They got drunk and decided to steal license plates. The city police caught them. Miles's roommate was handed over to campus police. No police report. No record of the event. No consequences. The roommate's friend spent the night in jail and had to appear in court the next day. I let myself relax a little.

”Take the masks off,” the cop near me said.

I hesitated, then pulled off my ski mask.

The other cop was standing over Chance, sizing him up.

”Start talking,” he said.

”Please, officer,” Chance sputtered. ”It's supposed to be a prank. We're pledging a fraternity. They told us to get into the steam tunnels and steal a plate from the professors' dining hall. Tell 'em, Mike.” Chance looked at me. His eyes were perfect imitations of the wide-eyed stare of a scared freshman.

The officer turned to me.

I gave Chance my angriest look.

”You weren't supposed to tell. They said not to tell anyone, even if we got caught.”

”Please . . .” Chance sounded downright miserable. ”I want to go to law school. This could ruin me forever. Oh G.o.d, my parents. I knew I shouldn't have pledged.”

The second officer looked at me.

”What fraternity?”

”We're not supposed to say,” I mumbled.

He leaned over me and poked his finger at my chest.

”You should worry about yourself right now.”

I shook my head. I aimed for deeply conflicted.

Chance blurted out, ”Sigma Chi.”

”Jesus, Ryan,” I said.

The cop standing over me was the angrier of the two.

”They broke a window,” he said, fingering his nightstick.

”Were you guys in a fraternity?” I asked.

The cops looked at me like I was insane.

”I don't mean any disrespect,” I said. ”It's just, if you were in a fraternity, you know how much pressure it is to get in. Maybe you had to do some pretty crazy stuff when you were pledges.”

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