I looked back at Derek through the security office window, studying his defiant expression and crossed arms. Frank and Dave were discussing something in low voices at their desk, occasionally glancing at monitors that showed various angles of the campus. The administrative paperwork from Derek's latest stunt was probably going to keep them busy for a while.
"Mind if I sit?" I asked, gesturing toward the holding area.
Frank looked up from his paperwork, surprise evident on his weathered face. "You want to talk to Derek? Sir, I'm not sure that's the best idea. That kid has a talent for getting under people's skin."
"I've got some time to kill before my next meeting," I replied with a casual shrug. "Might as well see what he has to say for himself."
Dave and Frank exchanged another one of their meaningful looks, but Dave ultimately nodded toward the door. "Your call. We'll be right out here if you need anything."
