The Newton Prophecies

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

A teacher at Divinity for nearly a decade, DiBianco knew every route in and out of the complex by heart. He hauled ass for the most obscure of them--a labyrinth of tiny, little known passageways used primarily by students.
         He could feel the agents closing on him. He weaved in and out of the many alleyways and passages. His palms sweating. His breathing heavy. His pulse racing. He couldn't see them, but knew they were there--right on his heals.
         He ran as fast as he could, running from the agents, running from ground-zero, spilling out onto Francis Avenue.
         DiBianco stood in the middle of the street, panting, his hands propped on bent knees. Everywhere he looked, police: setting up base, taping off the area surrounding Harvard Divinity School. He was surrounded.

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