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AFTER THEY’D BEEN to the drinking fountain down the hall, Gideon walked Kevin back to class.

“What do you think so far?”

“It’s pretty interesting. But can we please leave right at eight-thirty?”

“That’s when the class is over.”

“I know. But all those women are just like mom. They love to gab and they never know when to stop.

Promise you won’t let them?”

Gideon laughed. “It’s a deal.”

When they’d returned to the room, his students were back in their seats. He’d made eye contact with Heidi Ellis several times throughout the first hour, but she’d always looked away first. Such intriguing behavior had dominated his thoughts all evening.

Pleased to have reached this point in the class, he leveled his glance in her direction. Her head was lowered; she seemed to be studying her notes. Not for the first time did his breath catch at the sight of all that flaming hair splayed over her shoulders.

“Heidi? If you’re ready, we’ll hear from you now.”

As she got up from her desk, it was hard for him to pretend dispassionate interest. Her curves were particularly appealing in the short-sleeved black sweater and tailored, gray wool pants.

She cleared her throat. “Dana Turner, twenty-five, is slowly dying in her cell. She’s been imprisoned for the murder of her younger sister, Amy, nineteen, a murder Dana didn’t commit. She’s just learned that another detective hired by her parents after the trial has given up on her case for lack of new evidence.”

The tremor in her voice alerted Gideon that this was no fabrication. Why did the name Turner ring a bell?

“Her attorney believes in her innocence, but he’s told her there’s nothing more he can do unless dramatic evidence should surface, warranting a new trial.

“The police incident report stated that when Amy’s parents returned home from a dinner and discovered Amy’s bedroom on fire, they dragged their daughter’s unconscious body into the hall. She was pronounced dead by the paramedics who’d arrived soon after.

“Evidence of a physical struggle between the sisters before the fire was attested to in court. There were corresponding scratches and bruises on their bodies. Traces of Amy’s hair and skin were found on a ring and under the fingernails of Dana Turner.

“Combined with her fingerprints on the gas can in the Turners’ garage, this allowed the prosecuting attorney to convince the jury that Dana killed her sister in cold blood by knocking her unconscious. After Dana set her bedroom on fire, Amy was overcome by smoke inhalation and died.”

Heidi paused to put the paper on the desk in front of Gideon. To the class she said, “T-that’s all I have because I don’t know the ending yet.”

Judging by the silence in the room as she took her seat, her emotional presentation had made an impact on everyone. Their response when they did begin to comment suggested she had a winning story there.

Gideon got to his feet. “Thank you for your synopsis, Heidi.”

When he said her name, her head swerved in his direction. Their eyes met, and they held that same imploring expression he’d seen last Friday. He could sense all kinds of tension coming from her.

“I’ll read it and get it back to you in our next class with some comments.”

“Thank you.” The words were whispered.

He had to forcibly look away from her before he could gather his thoughts.

“We’re going to need Emily’s input before I can give you tonight’s assignment. You can stay at your seat to do this, Emily. Will you describe the office where the body was found in your story? Be particular. Do it slowly so everyone can get down all the facts.”

When Emily had given them a detailed picture, he said, “Good. Now that we can see the room in our minds, this is your assignment. Make as many trips through the office as necessary to come up with a list for getting forensic evidence—taking photographs, fingerprint testing and so on. I’ll come up with a similar list.

“On Friday I’ll ask you to share yours before I pass out a copy of mine. The writer whose list comes closest to mine will receive a prize.”

A burst of approval resounded in the room, and then the bell rang.

“Let me remind you again of Daniel Mcfarlane’s rule—Never assume anything.”

“We won’t!” most of them replied.

To his surprise he saw Heidi slip out the door. Clearly she’d decided not to stay and straighten the room. He guessed that, for some reason, she’d wanted to get away from him.

There was nothing Gideon would have liked more than to run after her, but Kevin’s presence ruled out that desire.

“Let’s go, Dad.”

“Help me turn the desks around first.”

Together they made quick work of it. Gideon grabbed his things, and once he’d turned off the lights and locked up, they were off.

“I’ll turn in the attendance roll for you,” Kevin said.

“Thanks. Meet me at the car.”

Gideon rushed outside, hoping to talk to Heidi for a moment before she left the faculty parking lot. Unfortunately, her Audi was nowhere to be found.

Since she’d made it impossible to get an answer to the questions nagging him, he’d go to the one source who would know if the name Turner held particular significance. Daniel Mcfarlane.

After he took Kevin back to his mother’s, he’d swing by Daniel’s house. His mentor had come home from the hospital on Monday; according to his wife, he was feeling good and craving a report on the class.

“Dad? How come that writer didn’t tell us how her mystery ended? Don’t you have to know the end so you can plant clues?”

When did Kevin get so smart?

“Heidi Ellis isn’t a writer,” he said. “She’s a geography teacher. That’s her classroom we’re using.”

“Hmm. She’s got some interesting pictures on the back wall.” He turned his head in Gideon’s direction.

“Do you think she gets her hair dyed?”

Stifling his laughter, he said, “I don’t think it’s possible to manufacture that shade of red, do you?”

“I guess not. She’s good-looking for a teacher.”

She’s good-looking, period, sport. Take it from a man who knows.

“But if she’s got a son with red hair, I feel sorry for him.”

“How come? You wouldn’t look half bad with that color,” Gideon teased.

“No, thanks!”

“So how did the homework go?”

“I finished it.”

“Good for you.” Gideon made a right turn and drove halfway down the street before he stopped in front of the house. “Here we are. Your mom’s left the porch light on for you.”

“I wish I could sleep over with you and Pokey.”

“So do I.” He leaned across the seat to give his boy a hug. “I’ll see you on Friday at six-thirty sharp.”

Kevin clung to him. “Love you, Dad.”

“I love you, too, son. Have a good day tomorrow.”

Saying good-night to his son was always wrenching. Gideon watched until Kevin was safely in the house, then headed for Daniel’s home in Del Mar Heights.

Twenty minutes later Ellen showed him into the house. He found Daniel lying on the couch in his study watching TV. To Gideon’s relief, the operation didn’t seem to have set his friend back much. He hoped the chemo wouldn’t be too hard on Daniel.

“Gideon! What took you so long?”

He smiled at Daniel as he sat down in the over-stuffed chair next to him. “I think you’re a fake. You don’t look or act like someone who just got out of the hospital.”

“I feel good.”

“He says that now that you’re here, Gideon. Can I bring you some iced tea or a cup of coffee?”

“Iced tea sounds wonderful. Thanks, Ellen.”

“What about you?” she asked her husband.

“Nothing for me, honey.” When she left, he said, “Tell me how the class is going.”

“I have to admit I’m enjoying it more than I would’ve imagined. They’re a smart group. So far, they’ve picked up on everything, and they do their homework with an enthusiasm you wouldn’t believe. I guess that’s what being a writer is all about.”

“Good!” Daniel sighed. “I knew it was asking a lot of you to take over for me. I have to tell you I’m delighted to hear you’re not ready to give up yet.”

“Far from it.” Heidi Ellis’s emotional rendering continued to bother him. He reached into his pocket for her synopsis and handed it to Daniel.

“A new woman joined the class on Friday night. She’s not really a writer, but she insisted on doing a synopsis, anyway. I want you to take a look at it.”