Green said, standing in biology class while fastening a dull gray apron around his waist. “That’s what this Hannah chick’s got that has everybody freaked.” He and Davidek stood by the stainless steel sink in the back of the room, dumping little tins of liquefied grape Jell-O and pineapple slices into the garbage disposal. Mrs. Horgen had the lab learning about the substrate-enzyme complex, with the acidic fruit dissolving the collagen cells in the gelatin. The experiment was also delicious, the class agreed. Davidek was grateful to Green for the news. Since LeRose first warned him about Hannah Kraut, rumors of this most dangerous of senior mentors had trickled through the freshman class, and intelligence on her was at a premium. Not everybody knew an upperclassman well enough to get information, but Green had made friends in high places. “She’s been keeping a diary or something, all these years,” Green told him. “They say she’s got a whole book full of embarrassing things written down about everybody.
