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asked. “And did she leave by herself?”
    â€œI saw her leave just before midnight,” Brook said. “She was with Fitz.”
    â€œThe police will want to question him,” Nancy said. She would have to notify Dean Jarvis.
    â€œWait a minute,” Kristin said. “You’re not saying that Fitz could have hurt Rosie, are you?”
    â€œIt’s possible,” Nancy said.
    â€œNo way!” Brook said.
    â€œFitz is like our brother,” Mindy added. “He’s not the guy the police should be grilling.”
    â€œBut he may have been the last person to see Rosie before the attack,” Bess pointed out.
    â€œThis whole thing gives me the creeps.” Kristin stared at her plate before turning her hazel eyes on Nancy. “I know this is supposed to be your vacation, but could you do a little investigating?”
    â€œYou’d have an edge over the police since you’re right here on campus,” Brook pointed out.
    Nancy nodded.
    â€œI just hope that Rosie will be able to identify her attacker,” Bess said. “Then the mystery will be solved.”
    â€œIn the meantime,” Nancy said, “does anybody have any idea who might want to hurt Rosie?”
    â€œThe whole thing seems pretty obvious to me,” Mindy said. “Think about it. Rosie was injured just after she was crowned. Now it sounds as if she won’t be out of the hospital in time for the Sweetheart Ball, which means the first runner-up will become Sweetheart. And that just happens to be Tamara Carlson, Rosie’s rival from Delta Zeta!”
    â€œBut the note sounds like it came from an old boyfriend,” Bess pointed out. “Cupid . . . and a broken heart.”
    â€œCould be a smoke screen,” Mindy persisted. “There’s bad blood between them, and Tamara can be vicious.”
    â€œTamara Carlson—vicious?” Bess asked. She and Nancy exchanged a look of disbelief.
    Mindy nodded. “Do you know her?”
    â€œWe’ve met her,” Nancy said, shrugging. “Another time when we were here. She never seemed vicious to me.”
    Bess nodded in agreement.
    â€œWell,” Mindy said, “let me give you a juicy example. Last week we were eating in the dining hall when word came over the P.A. system that Rosie had won the Sweetheart election. Tamara was fuming. When Rosie got up to bus her tray, Tamara stuck out her foot and tripped her. Dishes shattered, and Rosie fell flat on the floor.”
    â€œThat sounds pretty nasty,” Bess said.
    Nancy agreed, and decided to have a talk with Tamara.
    The opportunity came sooner than Nancy had expected. At noon she and Bess walked into the student union snack bar, looking for Ned. Instead Nancy spotted Tamara Carlson moving through the line.
    â€œWhy don’t you grab us a table?” Nancy murmured to Bess. “I’ll be right back.”
    She joined Tamara in line and tapped her on the shoulder. “Tamara, remember me?”
    The girl studied Nancy, then she smiled. “You’re the detective, right?”
    â€œNancy Drew. I’m here to spend Sweetheart Week with my boyfriend,” Nancy explained, trying to set Tamara at ease.
    â€œThat’s nice,” the girl said, sliding a slice of pie onto her tray. “But aren’t you investigating the attack on Rosie Lopez?”
    Nancy glanced away. News traveled fast on a college campus. “Not officially,” she answered. “What do you know about it?”
    â€œJust that she’s in the hospital.” Tamara paid the cashier, then turned to Nancy. “I’m sorry about what happened to Rosie. It sounds awful. But I admit, I want to be the next Sweetheart. Her bad luck could be my big break.” She turned and walked to a table.
    Nancy followed her. The chairs at the table were covered with Delta Zeta jackets.
    â€œJust one more question,” Nancy said before Tamara had a