They talked for over an hour and then made arrangements for Jenny to pick Erica up at the airport next week.It was after 10 A.M. when Jenny walked int... Tom's office and closed the door.He was sitting at his desk and looked up with a smile."Do you have the MacIntire file?" Jenny asked."Yes, I think it's in the bottom drawer of my desk here," Tom said.Jenny waited for him to get it but when he didn't she walked over. She knew what was going to happen. As soon as she bent over to open the drawer,. It was the man in the captain’s whites. ‘Who…’ he coughed, his jaw sending pain up and down his brain. ‘Who…. are… you?’ The captain smiled. He was white, with the brightest, bluest eyes Abdi had ever seen. ‘My name is Sean Aloysius Patricus Ryan, of Sean A.P. Ryan and Associates Security Consultants.’ He smiled manically. ‘Though you can call me Commodore Ryan, since I’m taking your fleet. Nice to meet you. You’re going to jail.’ Barre smiled weakly. ‘No jail… would hold me.’ ‘If you insist.. I get home about six thirty. I think that I have a spare key so that you can let yourself in. You don't want to be lugging that sleeping bag all over campus. Is this all of your stuff?"She shook her head, "I have things stashed all over campus. I've got six lockers and some things, like books are in friend's apartments."I went to the desk and found the spare key to the front door, "This will let you in. There's some food in the refrigerator but not much. I usually eat in the cafeteria. I might. ”She turned and looked at me. “While you were up here, I looked in the pantry, as you suggested, but there was nothing in there. I don’t think Brad ever cooked anything while he was here, he always preferred eating out to home cooking.” She smiled at that. “Even when he was living with his parents they dined in style because they always had one of the two chefs they employed on hand in the house who cooked everything. They never even had to put the kettle on for tea! Anyway, the sink had two.