"Don't a lot of older campuses have tunnels and shit underneath? Like in case of war?"

"It wasn't uncommon, but the tunnels under FCU were locked up and then walled up in heavy concrete at the end of the Cold War."

“How extensive would they be? Keep in mind, we've got a guy who waited many years to enact his revenge. Maybe he found a way or MADE a way down into those tunnels." []"They did have lifts that would have been able to bring him and his victims up to the surface,"

Billy surmised.

Heda saw that other members of the gang were gathering around. The notion of doing something, even if it was just talk about it, seemed awfully appealing to all of them.

"I don't think he's taking them anywhere. I think that he found a way into those tunnels."

Peter looked thoughtful too.

"If he could get down there, it would be pretty easy to tap into the university's power grid. But for the kind of machines he would need, or to power the kind of refrigeration that Carla has told us about . . . that kind of shit is a serious draw."

“What if he's getting it from more than one place? If he's down there and he's close enough to the Crystal Springs grid, he might be able to draw power from both."

"I need a map of campus," Heda said. She waited until Carla ran inside, grabbed a school catalog, then came out. There was a two-page color map of campus. Heda started circling the areas where victims had been found, then circled the medical center where Detrius worked, and finally the areas where the victims were believed to have been taken.

"Billy, where would the tunnels go?"

“Each building that existed at the time would have an access point, and there were probably a couple of fall-out shelters. Those would be the best bets, assuming that any of this holds water."

“We should tell the authorities regardless," Mr. Hannity said, getting out his phone.

“Just in case."

“He might want to hide the draw by holding up near something that already uses a lot of juice."

"There would have to be a building that he had access to," Heda muttered.

“Back when he first started planning this."

Billy quickly looked down at the map.

"There it is," he said, his voice low and angry.

“Right next to the radio station, across the street from a Crystal Pass relay station, and just a few streets down from the fucking medical center," he finished, putting his finger on the map.

“Garrett Hall? That's --" Sasha started, then her eyes opened.

“That's the History Department."

“And the guy that Detrius was all hung up on being taught what?"

Heda asked.