This is a damn tragedy. They all put him down, but he was better than them. He should not have died like a dog, alone in the woods.

They're the dogs. They're worse than dogs. How would they Like it if they were the ones who were left out in the cold? I doubt they'd like it very much.

The article went on to excuse the student as simply being distressed, but that was not how it sounded to Edgar.

"The cold," Edgar said.

"What?" Reichert asked.

Ed held up the laptop and pointed out the passage of interest.

"What if it isn't one of your students, but one of his?"

Reichert read the article, and a flush of anger played over his face.

He had missed something, and it did not set well with him.

"That is possible.”

“The whole ‘cold’ reference . . . both of the survivors talked about being kept somewhere very cold. What if someone sees you as responsible for what happened to his mentor? Did this guy have any fanatically devoted students?"

"I don't know. I did not know him personally." Reichert waved a couple of people over who had been around campus longer than he had, while Edgar kept looking through files. He was on to something and he knew it.

"Not just any student," Edgar muttered to himself, "A favorite student. Someone who saw himself as having a relationship with Hill. Maybe he did. Reichert said that Hill had not had a gender preference."

Edgar needed to understand Hill better. The problem was that Hill had been teaching for twelve years before getting run out on a rail. He had been a reasonably powerful shaman, which surprised Edgar. Shamans powers tended to exist in a balance. For everything asked, something had to be given. ‘What did you give to force students into your bed?’ he thought. ‘Did you give something special to our boy?'

He needed to narrow the search down. Then something hit him. He looked over to Reichert who was talking with an administrator.

“Hey, can I get a list of every class Hill taught as well as the class list and grades?"

Reichert looked interested.

“That can be arranged. What are you thinking?"

"Someone's taking out your number-one students. If this guy has a relationship to Hill, maybe HE was a number-one student." A few minutes later, he had print-outs of over a decade's worth of courses and every student the guy ever had. Hill had a wide variety of classes, some of which had more than a hundred students in the lecture portion. Trying to find one student."

"Hold on a sec," he said, Edgar's voice becoming excited.

"This is kind of an interesting name for a class. ‘Sins of the Father: The Church and the Spanish Inquisition'?”

"Hill did a number of courses like that. He was very suspicious of any body that held too much power, and he loved debating that." This was from the administrator that had been consulting with Reichert.

"More of a debate format than a traditional lecture."

Edgar scanned the grades.