“Who did this?” Keller asked. “Who killed our friends, Dean Fisk?”
The dean looked ahead, his eyes pausing for a moment. “Isn’t it clear by now, Mr. Keller?”
There was something in that empty gaze. Something insistent. Pleading.
“No,” Alex said.
“Isn’t it clear?” the man repeated, his dead eyes wandering over them all, moving from face to face. “What’s happening to each of you? Isn’t it obvious what he’s doing?”