Page 115 of Ruthless Court

She wears a navy jersey over leggings and holds a clipboard against her chest.

The caption reads:

Welcome Coach Hannah!

I zoom in.

Bubble braid. Whistle. Serious expression.

Coach Hannah.

That explains why she had opinions about basketball in the parking lot.

It does not explain Bookworm.

I search for Sandra Goodwin.

Nothing.

Cassandra Goodwin.

Nothing useful.

Hannah has no twin listed, no sister in family tags, and no mysterious cousin with giant tortoiseshell glasses.

I stare at her profile picture again.

The mouth is familiar.

So is the dry look in her eyes, though tonight’s makeup softened it. Her voice kept tugging at something I couldn’t place. Then there was the almond scent.

I smelled it in class when I leaned across her desk.

Bookworm uses almond shampoo.

Hannah uses coconut shampoo.

That proves nothing. Half the women on campus probably smell like almonds, vanilla, or some fruit that has never existed in nature. Maybe she has a split personality? I should warn her roommates? Hannah has an alter ego and possibly a psychological condition. It would be the honorable thing to find her dorm and room number, right?

My phone vibrates.

Eli: You survive Krista?

I type back.

Find Hannah Goodwin. Freshman. Archaeology.

Three dots appear.

Is this a replacement Sandy?

Just search.

You have her full name. Search what?

I send him the tagged team photo. I used Google to find every freshman Hannah on campus.

His reply comes fast.