Ed looked at the professor.

"Sir, do you remember Carla Cowan?"

"Of course. She took my intro class a year ago. I am so sorry, my dear, for everything that you went through. It this winds up being because of me."

"I'm still alive," Carla said.

"That last girl isn't. And this is about some psycho. Not about you, not about me."

"You are a wise girl," he said.

"You deserved that grade." Reichert noticed Ed's raised eyebrow.

"Carla was my number one student that ... class." Reichert had stopped.

“Sir, what is it?"

“Carla was my number one student. It may just be coincidence, but the girl that was killed . . . this latest victim, Twila Morgan? She was the highest score in my History of Prehistory class last semester."

Edgar was on edge now.

“John Stein, the second victim."

Reichert rolled his chair over to a filing cabinet. He unlocked it and started rifling through his filed.

"Mr. Stein took one of my seminars when I was just a visiting professor," he muttered.

"Here it is Reichert's eyes widened, then he handed the sheet to Edgar.

"Highest score in the class."

“Someone's targeting your best students?" Edgar said.

"That makes no?"

"Oh shit!" Heda said, jumping to her feet, then reaching for her cell phone.

"What?"

“Madison,” she muttered as she started punching numbers.

"Madison got the best score in one of your classes, didn't she?"

Reichert nodded.

"She tied with . . . she tied with Alvin Hannity."