Catch a Falling Knife

usually indented.”
    “Clue number one.”
    “And a college student doesn’t say ‘egad.’”
    “Clue number two.”
    Tess looked at the poem some more, complaining all the while. Finally, she said, “All right, I get it. If you say the first letter of each line you spell Elise.”
    “Brilliant. Go to the head of the class.”
    “Now tell me what is so important about this discovery.”
    “It tells us that Donna is clever. She’s not only smart, which we already knew, she’s also clever.”
    “Most college students are smart. And I’m not sure what the distinction is between smart and clever.”
    “Maybe it has something to do with guile. There’s more to Donna than appears on the surface. Here’s another poem Donna wrote.” We studied the poem, which read as follows:
    Will I shoot seven or eleven?
    Will I find a jewel that gleams?
    Will you lend your wand to me
    So I can wave it at my dreams?
    Keep it, Lady Luck.
    Each lass is Satan’s earthly prize.
    He makes angels run amuck
    And blinds them with his laser eyes.
    “Beats me,” Tess said, shaking her head. “Something about having luck, of course. But Satan, and angels running amuck? The girl needs help, I think.”
    I didn’t have a ready explanation so I showed Tess the “light my fire” poem, saying, “Read this poem that she wrote about Mark and Elise and tell me what you think about it.”
    Tess read it and said, “It sounds as if Elise had a thing for Mark.”
    “Either that or Donna has a thing for Mark. In fact, Donna told me she has a crush on Mark. Maybe both of them had a crush on Mark. If you recall, Mark said Elise made some sort of a declaration of adoration to him during the session that resulted in the harassment charge.”
    “The eternal triangle—or rectangle. Does Sandra know all this?”
    “Not all of it. But she’s smart enough to know that whatever the girls felt, it wasn’t reciprocated. Mark wasn’t part of it.”
    “So has Sandra taken him back?”
    “Well…no. Although they seemed to get along all right yesterday. They even went for a walk together. But Mark is still staying with me. Right now he’s at the college trying to get his suspension lifted.”
    Tess shook her head. “Remind me never to give any money to Crescent Heights College. But to get back to the murder, which is what we’re really talking about, are you surmising that Donna killed Elise because Elise had a crush on Mark—or because she filed a harassment charge against Mark?”
    “I’m not surmising anything yet. But it does appear that Donna and Elise had their differences.”

Chapter 16
     
    On Tuesday the wind blew and it rained. A cold rain. Although it rained hard only sporadically, it rained constantly. It reminded me of a trip I had taken to northern Scotland once when it rained for several days without stopping, making sightseeing difficult and the prospect of sitting in front of the cozy fire at our Bed and Breakfast place attractive.
    Mark drove to Crescent Heights College early to meet with the people who were deciding his fate. They had granted him a hearing on his suspension. I wanted to get to Bethany, myself, but it wouldn’t have done any good to ride with Mark because I needed my own car and because I didn’t know how long I would be there.
    Tess and Wesley were both busy this morning so I went to my pool aerobics class alone. Sandra and Albert were working. The only option I had was to drive myself to Bethany. I hated to leave King alone for long, which I had been doing too much recently, but duty called. Because of the rain I left her inside. I did get Tess to promise that she would check on King when she got back from wherever she was going and let the dog out to pee.
    Because of my problem reading signs I don’t like to drive out of Chapel Hill by myself. I also don’t like to drive on Interstates and freeways. But since I had been to Bethany several times recently I knew the way. I drove with my lights on—a North Carolina state law when it rains—and stayed to the right on the faster roads, particularly I-85, which I took north from Durham. I also slowed down because of the rain, although nobody else seemed to adjust their driving for the weather. I tried to keep out of the way of the trucks and the large SUVs. At one stop sign I pulled up behind a Lexus SUV, which sounded like an oxymoron to me—a luxury sport utility vehicle? Traffic had increased over the years in the research triangle