I didn’t tell anyone at Mercer Chemicals Incorporated (MCI) of the writing class I wanted to attend at Rassner College. No one at my full-time job needed to know what I did and with whom after five in the evening, Monday through Friday. Nor did they need to know what I did on the weekends. Besides, do chemists really have any interest in cozy mysteries? I doubted they did.
On Tuesday, September 24, I finished my shift at MCI, which consisted of reviewing contracts between MCI and their chemical-needy clients. Thereafter, I ate a quick salad at a fast food chain and headed to Rosser College campus, walking.
The early evening’s high temperature, because of global warming, offered a shorts-wearing kind of day. Young men, in tank tops to show off their biceps, jock-trotted from one campus bu
