CHAPTER ELEVEN
"SPECIAL DELIVERY?"
"That's right, Miss," said the postman, easily handing her the package.
"Thank you, very much," said Kaye.
She-took the small package and returned to her room, staring curiously at it.
It bore a local postmark, and even without opening it, she knew what it contained.
She went to a suitcase in a corner, and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey. It was against dorm regulations, of course, but most of the girls had little caches of alcohol stored about their rooms. She got a glass from the sink, returned the bottle, and poured herself a stiff shot, swallowing it with a single gulp. She repeated the process twice more, and then opened the package.
She winced when she saw the photographs, and fought back a wave of nausea which engulfed her.
There were
