"And it's not fair to put you in the middle of the mess," Romeo concurred. "I'll talk to her. She's in my class tomorrow."

He drained the very last of his beer, looked mournfully at the bottle. "Crazy. Yes. Evil would mean she planned it, and I'm not sure she did. Just .... made bad choices, then more bad choices to cover." 'She" was Dojima again.