“Cream, sugar?” he asked.

“Black is fine.”

“Can I tempt you with a doughnut? I’m addicted to sweets.”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

When Maxfield set the mug in front of Terri, he looked down at her and smiled. It was a warm smile, but something about his proximity made her uncomfortable. She’d received many friendly smiles from men while she was married, but she had not received one from a single man since Norman died. Terri wasn’t sure how to respond. She wanted to be friendly, too, but showing any kind of interest in a man made her feel as if she was being unfaithful to Norman. That made no sense but it was the way she felt. She had really loved Norman; she still loved him. You didn’t stop loving someone just because they were dead.

“Your daughter…Alice?” Joshua asked when he was back on his side of the desk.

“Ashley.”

“Right. Has she decided to come to the Academy?”

“Yes,” Terri answered, relieved to be discussing a safe subject. “Actually, she’s here now. She’s a counselor at the soccer clinic.”

“I thought I saw her around.”

“She’s living in the dorm. I miss her at home, of course, but we talk on the phone a lot. She chatters nonstop about the Olympians she’s met, the other counselors, and the children she teaches. Working with the young kids has been very good for her.”

“I’m glad to hear it. She seems like a very nice young woman.”

“She is. It was horrible right after her father died.” Terri’s voice caught for a moment. Maxfield looked concerned and surprised.

“Was this recently?” he asked.

Terri nodded because she was unable to speak.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m sorry. I still…” She stopped and shook her head.

“I hope you don’t think I’m insensitive, but I really didn’t know.”

Maxfield reached in his drawer and pulled out some Kleenex.

“I’m okay,” Terri assured him.

“I’m glad working at the clinic has helped Ashley deal with her grief,” Maxfield said. “Maybe she’ll take my creative writing class and I can get to know her better.”

Ashley had enjoyed eating lunch with her mother. Terri had been so excited about being in Mr. Maxfield’s writing group. It was good to see her happy again. She had been so sad since Norman ’s murder. Ashley knew that she hadn’t helped matters by being depressed. She felt bad about the way she’d added to her mother’s problems. Terri was always asking how she felt, checking to see if she was sinking back into despair. It could get a little annoying at times, but Ashley knew her mother asked because she cared.

After lunch, Ashley worked with a group of girls age eight to ten on basic skills. She really liked working with the little kids. They were very eager to learn, and so cute. When the clinic ended, she and Sally Castle, her roommate and an Academy starter, slipped into their swimsuits and headed for the Olympic-size outdoor pool.

Sally was a stocky brunette who was always happy. She and Ashley had played on the same club team when they were in middle school, and they were being courted by some of the same colleges. It was possible that they would be college teammates.

Sally’s folks had Ashley over for dinner at their big house in the West Hills shortly after they started rooming together. Back at the dorm afterward, Ashley had apologized for being so quiet during dinner. She told Sally how much it hurt to be around a happy family. The laughter and good feeling had reminded her of the way things used to be at the Spencer family table when her dad was alive. Sally had been very understanding, and the two girls had been tight ever since.

Half of the pool had lane lines for lap swimming. The other half was for fun. Ashley and Sally dove in the unlined section and paddled around to cool off. It had been very hot all afternoon, and the water felt great. Some of the boys from the soccer camp showed up, and the play became rowdy. Ashley and Sally didn’t enjoy the roughhousing, so they swam closer to the lap swimmers. That’s when Ashley noticed a man squatting on the edge of the pool and Casey Van Meter stroking smoothly down the center lane toward him. The man was deeply tanned and wore his long black hair in a ponytail. His black silk muscle shirt and tight-fitting jeans looked out of place among the cheap T-shirts, baggy shorts, and swimsuits that everyone else was wearing.

“Uh-oh,” Sally said.

“What’s the matter?”

“See that guy at the edge of the pool?”

Ashley nodded.

“His name is Randy Coleman. He’s married to Dean Van Meter.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Here’s the good stuff.” Sally dropped her voice. “I heard that she met him last year in Las Vegas at an education convention. Supposedly, they had a wild fling and got married in some Elvis chapel.”

“Dean Van Meter! Gosh, she seems so…so sophisticated. And that guy looks so greasy.”

“Well, she did drop him about a month later but he followed her to Portland. We’re members of the country club where the Van Meters go, so my mom is on top of all the good gossip. She says that Coleman is bugging the dean to come back to him because Henry Van Meter had this real serious stroke and he’s still sick. If he dies, the dean and her brother will be loaded and Coleman wants a piece of it. And get this, Coleman’s supposed to be a professional gambler with ties to the mob.”

Casey reached the wall. Coleman tapped her shoulder. She stopped in mid-turn and looked up.

“What are you doing here?” Ashley heard Casey ask. She sounded annoyed at having her workout interrupted.

“We have to talk,” Coleman said.

Something about his voice was familiar, but Ashley was certain they’d never met.

“If you received the papers you know that there’s nothing to talk about,” Casey said coldly.

“Yeah, I got them, but this is all wrong. We belong together, baby.”

Casey took a quick look around. A number of the students were watching.

“I’m not going to discuss this here, Randy. In fact, I’m not going to discuss it at all. You can have your lawyer call mine if you’ve got questions.”

Casey turned her back to Coleman and positioned herself to start swimming away from him. When she raised her arm, Coleman grabbed her wrist. Van Meter glared at her husband.

“Release me at once.”

“I said we have to talk.”

A movement to her right distracted Ashley. Joshua Maxfield was strolling toward the pool.

“Hey, Randy, let her go.” Maxfield sounded friendly, not threatening.

“Fuck off, Maxfield. This is between me and my wife.”

“Get your hands off me,” the dean commanded angrily.

Coleman turned his face toward Casey Van Meter and said, “Listen, bitch,” but he never finished the sentence because she lashed out with her free hand and smacked him hard. Coleman reared back to punch Casey but Maxfield was on him before he could strike. Everything happened fast after that, and the action ended with Coleman on the ground, his arm twisted behind him at an odd angle.

“This isn’t helping anyone,” Maxfield said, still calm and completely in control of the situation. He stood and forced Randy to his feet.

“I’ll get you, you fuck,” Coleman gasped, obviously in pain.

“Now, now. I’m the last guy you want to threaten, Randy. I had demolition training in the Rangers. Make me nervous and you’ll be even more nervous every time you start your car or open your apartment door. Do you want that? I don’t think so. So why don’t you calm down and leave while the only aches you have to nurse are a sore wrist and injured pride.”

Coleman looked unsure of himself. Maxfield inched up Randy’s arm until he was forced to stand on his toes.

“What do you say, old chap?” Maxfield asked. “I’ve got nothing against you but there are kids around here. It’s not good for them to see this.”

Coleman grimaced with pain and nodded.