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not.”
    â€œWhat is it pertaining to?” Stu asked him.
    â€œIt’s about the bombing at the Shawnigan City Hall yesterday.”
    Stu invited him over to have a seat at his desk. The young man did and coiled his long legs around the front of the chair, leaning in toward Stu. His patent-leather boots squeaked.
    â€œMy name’s Rodney Malini. I’m a friend of Anna’s.”
    Rodney laid the portfolio down on the desk and proceeded to pull out sheets of papers.
    â€œWell, actually, I’m one of Anna’s students. I am…was…good friends with Hilary and Claire. Our class was pretty tight. Anna’s a great teacher. And last night…well, last night I was just so upset over everything that I couldn’t even think straight. Couldn’t sleep at all. So I got looking around the Internet. I started reading Hilary’s blog. Don’t know if it means anything but I thought the police should see it, maybe.”
    Scanning the top of the sheets, Stu asked, “You live in Shawnigan?”
    The young man nodded.
    â€œYou drove all the way up here instead of going to the police station down there?”
    â€œShawnigan’s a crazy place. TV cameras everywhere, man. I don’t like the limelight so much.”
    Stu stared at him. He had certainly dressed oddly for someone who didn’t like the limelight so much. “There’s a television crew outside here now,” Stu said.
    â€œI managed to avoid them. But this is what I wanted to show you.”
    Stu picked up the top sheet. Rodney pointed. “It’s that line there I thought you should read.”
    I know she wants to hurt me, and even get me out of the way.
    â€œAnd here’s another one,”
    She threatened me again today.
    There were a couple more printed pages like this. With entries like, She’s stalking me. I can’t take it, all highlighted by Rodney’s yellow marker.
    Stu looked at him and then back at the blog sheets. “You said you were good friends with Hilary. Do you know who she was writing about?”
    Rodney shook his head. “We, all of us were tight, but Hilary—she was a little different. Quiet. Didn’t talk much. I don’t know. I have no idea, in fact. I talked with some of the others, and no one knows. She kept to herself a lot. Hilary also kept a poetry blog. She also wrote poetry. She’s one of those people who writes everything down.” His eyes swam with tears when he realized the verb tense mistake he had made. He corrected himself, “She wrote everything down. I’m going to see Anna,” he said suddenly. “Do you know if she can have visitors?”
    â€œI’m pretty sure she can,” Stu said. “But check with the hospital.”
    Before Rodney left, Stu wrote down the Web site address and took Rodney’s contact information. Stu handed him a business card and said, “Anything else you remember, please call me. I wrote my cell number on the back of the card.”
    Rodney left.
    So Hilary could have been the target?
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    Anna decided not to tell anyone about almost being smothered the previous night—not her mother, nor her aunt, nor Deputy McCabe. Sara and Daphne, the day nurse, had convinced her that the pain medication had made her feel smothered.
    In the morning, Daphne gently removed the bandages on Anna’s face, washed the wounds, as well as the rest of her face, and re-bandaged them.
    â€œIt’s healing nicely,” Daphne said.
    â€œThat’s good. In some ways my face hurts more than my arm.”
    â€œThat sometimes happens.” The nurse paused. “I heard you had an episode last night.
    â€ Anna nodded. An episode. “It felt so real,” she said.
    â€œThat’s morphine for you. It relieves serious pain, but we always have to watch the side effects.” Daphne gave her a rundown of the side effects, everything from nausea to a feeling of being