The corridor leading to Damon's assigned classroom felt longer than it should have as Anthony and I moved with measured steps, trying to balance urgency with the need to avoid drawing attention from the assassins being interrogated. The fluorescent lighting cast harsh shadows that seemed to emphasize how empty and lifeless the hallways had become since the evacuation.
When we reached Damon's classroom, I immediately understood why the federal investigators hadn't found anything significant. The room was pristine – too pristine for someone who had been teaching classes just days earlier. The whiteboard was completely clean, the desk was organized with military precision, and there were no personal items or teaching materials that would indicate recent occupancy.
