What Secrets Lurk?!!
You were all there the day Professor Adelaine Frezner died. You were passing thru the wide brick courtyard known as ‘Red Square’ on campus at noon that Midsummer Day when you saw someone else in the crowd of passing students and faculty looking up and pointing at the Bell Tower. There she was, standing on the edge of the bell room, dressed in white summer dress, wind blowing her pretty long blonde hair. She said something loudly, as if addressing those of you below. Next you saw someone behind her, in the shadow of the bell, moving and then she was plummeting slowly thru space to crash down upon the fountain of the muses in the center of the square. Her dress now crimson with her own blood, impaled upon the muse of poetry’s statue. It was a day that has stuck in your mind and been replayed in your nightmares now for most of a week. What you don’t understand is why. What you don’t understand is why the local coroner has simply called it a suicide and ceased to investigate. And why no on
