Under The Ivy

THE SCENE OUTSIDE OF the president's office at Wakefield University was becoming chaotic. About a hundred curious onlookers had gathered in the surrounding area, attracted by the sudden appearance of police cars, emergency vehicles and news vans. The growing crowd presented a genuine problem for police because it didn't take much to block Boston's historic but painfully narrow streets. Adding to the confusion, several reporters were attempting to feed simultaneous live shots to their respective television stations. A shocking event had just been discovered. There had been a murder at Wakefield University. Inside the president's office, the police and medical examiner grimly surveyed the loss of life and evidence of murder before them. One week ago, as the campus had joyfully looked forward to graduation, few would have predicted that such a thing would happen here. Some might have seen it coming if they hadn't been so invested in containing, rather than stopping, the resident campus villain, Vice President for Financial Affairs, Jack Doyle.