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there.
    In the biology section she ran her fingers lightly over the bindings, working her way to the end of the aisle. Choosing a few books, she plopped down on the floor in the aisle and began paging through them. She didn’t really know what she was looking for. Most of the information on biological mutations showed pictures of just that, mutations.
    According to the books, Nancy found there were a few things you could do to an animal to make it grow larger and faster than usual. But the most common way to induce rapid growth was to give the animal a growth hormone. Nancy thought she remembered Maszak bragging about how young the huge carp actually was.
    The books all said that the same hormone wouldn’t affect different animals the same way, but Nancy was pretty sure that Maszak was using CLT on both the mice and the fish.
    Maybe that was the big secret? CLT worked the same on all animals. Nancy frowned. She was no scientist, and her answers seemed all too easy. Nothing there for Dean Jarvis to get excited about. And nothing to involve the government.
    Switching her attention to recent scientificmagazines, Nancy spent another hour poring through articles, many of which she didn’t completely understand. Just as she was about to give up, she spotted an article describing the futile attempts to give different animals the same growth hormone. It was impossible that any growth hormone would work the same on all of them, the article said. Yet that seemed to be exactly what she had seen in Maszak’s lab. Nancy’s pulse quickened.
    No one thought it could be done, yet she had seen it. A chill went up her spine. Forcing herself to remain calm, Nancy reread the article carefully. No doubt about it. There was only one growth hormone that could possibly achieve this result, the article said, and no one had access to that. It was very rare and unusual. And it could only come from a human!

Chapter

Six
    N ANCY ! I ’VE BEEN LOOKING all over this place for you.”
    Startled, Nancy dropped her magazine. She looked up to see Ned towering over her.
    Nancy gasped. “Ned,” she cried, “you look terrible. Something’s happened. What is it? What’s wrong?”
    Ned’s face was grim. “It’s Angela,” he said. “She’s gone.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” Nancy leapt to her feet, magazines slipping to the floor. “What do you mean she’s gone?”
    â€œAngela came to the frat house late last nightand talked to Mike. He said she was pretty upset. When he asked what was going on, she gave him a message for me. She said, ‘Tell Ned I’m doing the right thing. Don’t worry.’ And today, when I went back there, this note was waiting for me.”
    Ned held up a piece of typing paper. “She says her belief in POE is destroying our friendship and she can’t argue with me about it anymore. So she’s left school. She’s going to give all her time to them.”
    â€œLet me see that.” Nancy took the paper from Ned and read it quickly. There was something about it—
    â€œWait a second, Ned, does Angela always type her letters?”
    â€œAs a matter of fact, she’s taking a typing course right now. She’s been typing everything all semester.”
    â€œStill”—Nancy shook her head—“she sounds very emotional. I wouldn’t sit down and type a letter like this, would you?” She handed the letter back to Ned. “Why don’t we pay this group a little visit?”
    Ned grinned slyly. “I thought you’d never ask.”
    Ned helped Nancy shove the books and magazines back on the shelf. Then they made their way across campus as fast as possible.
    The headquarters for POE were across a roadfrom the Emerson campus, in an abandoned business complex. Ned and Nancy followed a driveway that wound through the wooded grounds and ended in front of a large double-story