Sisters in Crime by Carolyn Keene Page B

day. It seems Fran Kelly may have been telling her some interesting things about me.
    â€œNext diver, Lori Westerly, for SDU,” came the announcement over the loudspeaker. “Double forward flip, with jackknife entry.”
    Lori approached the board with confidence, measured off her steps, and took a moment for deep concentration before she did the remarkabledive. Perfect entry, Nancy thought as she, along with the rest of the students sitting around her, burst into applause.
    When Lori got out of the pool, she waved to her appreciative sorority sisters and then headed over to sit with another swimmer. He was a large guy who slipped his arm around Lori’s shoulders affectionately.
    â€œIs that her coach?” Nancy asked Susan.
    â€œNo. That’s Mike Jamison. He’s Lori’s boyfriend—captain of the men’s team; does breaststroke, butterfly, and men’s relay.”
    Nancy looked over at Mike as Susan continued. “He’s in Zeta Psi—pronounced Zeta ‘Sigh,’ ” she said, joking and pointing to a row of young men who sat in the bleachers to their left. “Did you ever see so many muscles in one row? Those are his fraternity brothers. That’s who we’re having the Valentine’s Day mixer with on Friday.”
    â€œI remember Lori mentioning the mixer at dinner the night I arrived,” Nancy said, looking at Mike. Somewhere, she thought, I have met him. Nancy searched her memory as Mike put one leg in front of the other and bent down to stretch his calf muscles. His brownish blond hair was wet and slicked straight back on his head. Maybe just somewhere around campus the past couple of days. Or maybe . . . Nancy tried to recall somewhere else.
    Nancy enjoyed the rest of the swim meet, and as everyone hurried out of the huge gymnasium afterward, Kathy walked up to her.
    â€œNancy, how are you doing?” she said in a high-pitched voice that was louder than Nancy liked.
    â€œI’m fine now,” Nancy said quietly. “Let’s go out this exit,” she suggested, leading Kathy and Susan away from the crowd.
    To Susan, Kathy continued, “It was awful. There was a dart— this long , I swear!” Holding up her fingers to indicate the size, Kathy made it at least twice the length of the actual dart that Susan had already seen. “And it came out of nowhere!” Kathy exclaimed.
    Nancy had successfully steered them away from the other students. The fewer people who knew about her incident, the better.
    Kathy turned to Nancy. “Do you think we should have reported it after all?”
    Nancy shook her head. “I’m sure it was just a mean prank,” she said. To bring in the police would make her attacker go into hiding, and Nancy didn’t want that. So they had told the nurse that there was no need to report it to campus security, and the woman hadn’t seemed to care one way or the other.
    â€œAnd I’m fine now, really, Kathy,” Nancy said, smiling. “Thanks.”
    Kathy began to launch into the story again, making the dart another couple of inches longer,but Nancy cut her off. “I’d actually prefer it,” Nancy said, “if you didn’t tell anyone else about it—if you don’t mind. Okay?”
    Kathy looked disappointed. “Why not?” she asked.
    â€œBecause,” Nancy explained, “sometimes when something like this happens, you get ‘copycat’ behavior.” Nancy looked seriously at Kathy. “And I’d hate to have darts flying all over campus.”
    The muscles in Kathy’s shoulders tightened. “Yeah, you’re right,” she agreed. “Gosh, I’m sorry. I just didn’t think—”
    Kathy turned around as a guy with wet hair and a bright smile tapped her on the shoulder. “Bob!” she chirped, smiling up at one of the divers. She said, “See you later,” to Nancy and Susan