Finally, the woman – she said her name was Karen – reluctantly agreed and Tony slunk down in the passenger’s seat of her silver, twenty-year-old Camry as they headed back toward the university. Along the way, Tony put the rest of it together. Saruzal rearranged spelled Lazarus. It was a made-up sounding name and a fitting cover for someone living life anew. Emily Saruzal was Emma Hand.
But where could Emma/Emily be? It was unlikely she was still working in special collections that day, not if she knew what Tony and K.J. were up to. This wasn’t his town. She could have a dozen hiding spots he didn’t even know about, unless…
“Are you familiar with the university?” Tony asked his driver.
“Yes, I graduated from there just last year,” Karen replied. “Why?”
“Do you know where the former chancellor lives?”
“Sure, everyone knows that,” Karen replied. “It’s a big old house with a wrought iron fence.”

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