Chapters (42)
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
Staring at the dates on the phone tip until a headache came on and my blood screamed for coffee.
May 3
October 8
November 5
I finished a tall mug and half of another, brought the slip back to Robin's studio, explained what was going on.
She put down her chisel, studied. "Sorry, hon."
Blanche sighed.
I returned to my desk wondering if the tip really would boil down to a prank and I was wrestling with random numbers.
For argument's sake, assume a pattern.
Ignoring the dates, I studied the text.
That teacher. Something related to Elise Freeman's job.
Finals at Prep--someone's psychotic anger over a poor grade?
No, as a sub she wouldn't be administering any exams at all.
But her side job was preparing for a different type of test.
Two dates in the fall, one in late spring. I logged onto the Educational Testing Service website. October 8 was one of several scheduled dates for this year's SAT but May 3 and November 5 weren't.
Those who forget history are condemned to repeat it.
I pounded the keyboard like a chimp with a toy.
Both dates showed up on the previous year's calendar.
A second-grade teacher's voice sounded in my head.
You're such a thorough boy, Alex.
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Milo loosened his tie, finished his fifth cup of coffee. Kept staring at the printout I'd brought him.
Finally: "What, Elise failed to boost one preppie's scores three separate times? Or a trio of preppies formed the We Hate Ms. Freeman Club and banded together to ice her?"
"Or she didn't fail," I said. "She succeeded but did it in an unorthodox manner."
"Such as?"
"Saving her client the hassle of actually taking the test."
"Sending in a ringer? What led you there?"
"Because that would be worth covering up. I searched for scandals involving stand-ins and found plenty. And those are the ones who got caught. The testing services are supposed to check handwriting samples, and I.D.'s are inspected at the door. But with a big crowd of test-takers and a ringer with a decent physical resemblance, you could pull it off. Also, sometimes the SAT's administered at Prep, but not on any of those dates."
"At Prep, no way a ringer could pass. Well, well, well."
"A test scam also fits with Elise's flexible moral boundaries and it could clarify the motive. Assuming the rape DVD was a hoax never put into action, she--probably in concert with Fidella--was no stranger to the concept of extortion. If the tip's righteous, it might also narrow your suspect profile: a rich kid pressured to get into a selective college, who'd failed to improve significantly with tutoring. That could be why her computer--and Fidella's--was taken. Her student records were in there."