"Five girls? There were five?"

"No, six."

"But there were only five bodies found in the gym."

"This young lady was found on the floor of the gym, too. God, this is something like you'd hear coming from St. Canard. It's embarrassing to see it happening here."

"This one was in the gym, too? The blonde?"

"Yeah. Not one charred feather on her, either."

"You're kidding me! She couldn't have been in the gym! She couldn't have been anywhere near that explosion and lived, let alone without a single scar . . ."

"I know. It's weird . . . Like she had a shield over her or something."

"Does she have any ID on her?"

"I don't know . . . I wanted to check, but . . ."

"Yeah, yeah, the lawsuits, I know." There was a pause and a cough. "They're gonna take her down to the station as a suspect."

"This sweet thing? A suspect? Oh please! Uh. . . Don't you suppose maybe we ought to get her to the hospital, you know, just to make sure she's not injured? She is unconscious, after all."

"Nah. She's just napping. Look at her."

"There's blood on her leg."

"It's dry. Probably from the other girls, anyway."