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nothing, although Nancy suggested that they send someone to the hospital to get Rosie’s shoes.
    â€œOkay,” Emersonville Police Sergeant Weinberg said as he launched into a review of the evidence. “We have reason to believe the victim was attacked elsewhere, then dragged to the garden. And these young people witnessed an argument between the victim and her boyfriend, Casey Thompson.”
    â€œThat about sums it up,” Dean Jarvis said.
    â€œWe’ll interview this Casey Thompson first thing in the morning,” Weinberg told Dean Jarvis.
    â€œThank you, Sergeant,” the dean said. “I’m really hoping that Rosie will be able to identify her attacker. But please keep my office updated.”
    As the police and campus security began to clear out, Dean Jarvis turned to Nancy. “And I assume you’ll notify me about any progress you make,” he said firmly.
    Nancy smiled as she zipped up her parka. “What makes you think I’m going to investigate?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.
    â€œThere was never a doubt in my mind, Nancy,” he said with a wry smile.
    Nancy nodded. “If I learn anything, I’ll let you know,” she promised.
    Tired and somber, the teens went back out into the cold night and returned to the Theta Pi house. Bess and Kristin went inside, while Nancy stayed outside to say good night to Ned.
    â€œI have classes all morning and one in the afternoon,” Ned told her, “but I can meet you in between for lunch.”
    â€œSounds good,” Nancy said. “Where should we meet?”
    â€œHow about at the student union snack bar around noon?” Ned suggested.
    â€œSee you then,” Nancy said, and kissed Ned goodnight.
    Nancy went inside and climbed the stairs of the dark, quiet sorority house. Everyone else had gone to bed, which was just as well, she thought. The news about Rosie would wait until morning. Maybe by then they would have word from the hospital that she was conscious and feeling fine.
    As she crawled into bed, Nancy hoped for the best. But she had trouble falling asleep with so many questions nagging at her.
    I wonder where Cupid got the paper for his note, she thought as she rolled over. The blockprinting would be hard to trace, but the diagram wouldn’t. Why would someone hurt Rosie? Had anyone else seen the attack? And what did “Cupid” really want?
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    â€œI can’t believe it! I just can’t believe it!” Mindy shook her head as she placed a platter of cinnamon toast on the kitchen table.
    Bess and Nancy were eating breakfast along with Mindy and Brook, who had kitchen duty that morning. Kristin was on the phone, talking to the hospital. A few other girls had passed through earlier, before their Wednesday morning classes. Everyone was stunned and alarmed when they heard what had happened to Rosie. Several of the sisters wondered if Casey could be responsible.
    Kristin hung up the kitchen phone. “The nurse on Rosie’s floor says that she regained consciousness last night, but she’s asleep right now.”
    â€œWhat about injuries?” Nancy asked.
    â€œHer arm is broken, and she has a concussion,” Kristin answered, pouring a glass of orange juice.
    â€œThank goodness it’s not worse,” Bess said.
    â€œA concussion can be pretty serious,” Nancy pointed out. “They’ll have to observe her for a few days.”
    â€œPoor Rosie,” Mindy said. “But you don’t believe Casey would hurt Rosie, do you?” she continued, passing a platter of eggs. “First, hewas her boyfriend. He’s crazy about Rosie. And second, he left the gym hours before she did.”
    Nancy served herself some eggs. It was possible that Casey had lain in wait for Rosie to come along. But most girls didn’t travel across campus alone at night. “Does anyone remember what time Rosie left the party?” Nancy