Blair Hall, the humanities building, was new construction made to look old. Neoclassical pillars adorned the front entrance, while the surrounding walkways intersected at neat, Euclidian angles. Only the abundance of wide windows – a “green” touch to cut down on lighting usage – gave the true age away.
Tony followed K.J. into the building, onto an elevator and down a snaking third-floor hallway. The light tiled floor gave way to dark blue carpeting as they crossed through a doorway and entered an office wing. They stopped walking when they reached the third office on the right. The door was cracked open. A nameplate on the wall beside it read Donald Niccoldi, History. K.J. gave a single knock.