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crash was still the most popular topic of discussion.
                  As I went through the line, I thought I heard the name 'Neverov' whispered a few times. I was surprised to hear it, and I glanced around, straining to listen. But I couldn't catch any more of the conversation, and I went to join Branden, Charisse, and Simon at their table.
                  They were, of course, discussing the crash.
                  "I don't think anyone can say what happened at this point," Charisse said as I sat down. "There really isn't any evidence to go on."
                  Simon turned a sardonic grin on Branden. "I bet you think it was the Russian mob, don't you?"
                  "It's funny you should say that," Branden replied loftily. "Because it has just been confirmed that the sleek, late model sedan that crashed into the library belongs to none other than Ivan Neverov—father of Irina."
                  "Irina's dad?" Charisse said incredulously. "Are you sure?"
                  "Positive," Branden replied. "And so are the police."
                  "Why didn't you tell me?" Charisse asked.
                  "I did tell you. Just now."
                  "Why didn't you tell me before?" she said.
                  "I only just found out myself."
                  "So how does it have anything to do with the Russian mob?" Simon said.
                  Branden shrugged. "Ivan Neverov came here from Russia, and his car crashed into our school. That's evidence of criminal activity."
                  "Why would he do that?" Simon asked. "What good does driving a car into the school do anybody? Besides, I really doubt Ivan Neverov was driving the car—even if it is his."
                  "Which it is," Branden said.
                  "I bet the car was stolen," Simon said.
                  "By Ivan Neverov?"
                  "No, genius. Someone stole his car, and then drove it into the school."
                  "Maybe," Branden said.
                  "You'll see I'm right."
                  Branden and Simon continued to argue, and I had a feeling that Simon was probably right about the car being stolen—I really couldn't picture Irina's father intentionally driving his car into the school.
                  At the same time, I couldn't interest myself in their argument too much—suddenly I wasn't feeling very well. I was very tired, and I just wanted to get away from the lights and the sounds all around me.
                  I wondered if I was coming down with the flu.
                  After lunch, I went to the nurse's office, and Mrs. Sara greeted me with a gentle murmur, her large, dark eyes full of sympathy as they always were when she spoke to a student. She took my temperature, and a frown creased her brow as she read the thermometer.
                  "Do I have a fever?" I asked.
                  "No," Mrs. Sara said. "Quite the opposite. Your temperature is too low. Ninety-five degrees is not in the normal range. Do you feel cold?"
                  "No," I said. "Just tired."
                  Mrs. Sara took my hands in hers. "Your hands are cold. And your fingers are turning white."
                  She looked up into my face. "Your lips are white, too."
                  Mrs. Sara had me lie down on a cot in a quiet, dark room, and she piled several blankets on me.
                  "Let's see if we can't warm you up. We don't want you going into shock."
                  She then retired into the other room, leaving me to rest.
                  After a little while, I heard the phone ring, and Mrs. Sara answered it in her gentle murmur. After a moment of silence, she