Chapter 61
Chapter Sixty-One
Falcon
Iwalk Robin back into the building, watching her disappear up the staircase that leads to her room.
I stand there for a little longer than I need to, wanting to be sure she got back to her room safely.
When she doesn’t come back down, I move reluctantly down the hallway and step into the reception area.
The thought of speaking to Lana again makes my headache, but I need to let her know about the security threat, and besides that, I have to show her I’m taking her asinine rules seriously.
I get to the door, and it opens as I’m raising my fist to knock.
Owen steps back silently to let me inside.
I step into the room, my gaze moving straight to Lana, who’s just getting up from behind her desk.
“You have a gap in your security,” I state, before she can say a word.
She raises an eyebrow, while Owen clears his throat behind me.
The door closes, shutting the three of us in the office together.
“Excuse me?” Owen asks, sounding thoroughly insulted. “What exactly do you mean, we have a gap in our security?”
He steps around to my side, and I turn to glance at him.
“I mean, a hole has been cut in one of your wire fences. It’s a human sized hole, so you need to get it sealed as soon as possible.”
Lana narrows her eyes at me before she turns her gaze on Owen.
“When was the last perimeter check from outside the grounds?”
“Last full check was three days ago,” Owen states. “There was an internal check two days ago. No breaches detected. Pete did the internal, so we know for sure it was all good two days ago.”
“Did he check the fence at the back of the cafeteria building?” I ask.
“That’s where it’s been cut?” Owen asks.
“That’s convenient,” Lana mutters. “Are you trying to tell us someone else cut the fence at the building you were in today, and that this security breach has absolutely nothing to do with you?”
I blink at her.
She thinks I did this.
Of course she does.
It’s way more convenient than the truth, which is that someone wanted to sneak out, or sneak in to the grounds of the academy.
“I didn’t cause it,” I bite out. “I’d never do anything to compromise the safety of one of my mates. I’m telling you the hole is there so you can fix it.”
She stares at me for a good few seconds, before blowing out a breath.
“Fuck,” she curses, looking at Owen. “Get on it. If someone’s here who shouldn’t be I need to know about it yesterday.”
He goes back to the door and takes out his phone.
She picks up the guest book and thrusts it into my hands.
“Sign out and leave.”
“Robin said Shayne could visit tomorrow,” I tell her as I open the book.
“Robin’s working tomorrow,” she says as she goes back around her desk.
“After six,” I clarify, signing out of the guest book and closing it.
“Well, any visitors will be dependent on what we find from this breach,” she tells me, as she picks up the phone that’s on her desk. “So, if you’re lying, you’d better tell me right now.”
She stares at me from that spot, and I let out a sigh.
“I’m not lying.”
“Pete’s out there,” Owen calls over to Lana. “He’s found it. There’s a hole in the fence.”
“Shit,” she mutters, as she starts punching numbers into her phone’s keypad.
I put the guest book down.
“Is the front door unlocked?” I ask, wondering if that’s the route she wants me to take to exit.
“It is,” Lana says. “A guard is outside. He’ll lead you straight to the gates.”
Her attention abruptly goes to her call, which seems to be to the local police station.
I hesitate to leave, wondering what’s actually going on now that I’ve reported it.
Owen taps my arm.
I nod and head toward the door as he opens it.
“She’ll be fine,” he assures me, when I hesitate again. “It’s not our first breach. We’ll handle it.”
He sounds certain. It isn’t much of a reassurance when I didn’t want to leave her in the first place, but I know I need to go. Lana doesn’t need an excuse to ban me from this place.
“Thanks,” I murmur as I leave the room.
The door closes behind me, and I walk by the overly cheerful secretary and out of the front door without allowing myself to stop and think twice about anything.
It’s not until I’m standing on the other side of those gilded gold gates that I feel like I’ve made a terrible mistake. I stand there for a few painful moments until the guard on the gates clears his throat, forcing me to look back at him.
He gestures to me to move along.
I stand there for a few more seconds before I make the decision to walk around the exterior of the building’s fences. The busted part will probably be fixed by the time I get around there, but suddenly it’s the only thing I can think of to do.
I head out to the left, staying close to the fence.
If someone’s out here looking to get in, I’ll find him before he gets the chance.