No, I’m not talking about the 1996 Nicolas Cage, Sean Connery, Ed Harris Alcatraz break-in movie. And I’m not talking about the Sancy diamond (though I make a reference to that Louvre treasure in my short story, “Catch Me Waiting”).

I’m talking about Simon’s Rock College. It’s a small college, about 400 students, located in Western Massachusetts. And it’s my alma mater.

I’m going there tomorrow. No, not for an alumni event, speaking engagement, or booksigning (I wish). I’m going to drop off my daughter. My sixteen-year old daughter.

Now, I had her beat. Because of my October birthday (and no self-respecting Good Girl would mention the year, or she’d have to kill you), I was only fifteen when I was driven through the rolling Berkshire Hills and was dropped at a campus whose buildings were vaguely reminiscent of Pizza Hut. But my daughter, whom I will drive through those same rolling hills tomorrow and who will be studying in those same Pizza Hut-inspired buildings, is sixteen.

So is Suny Davis, the protagonist in my Malice Domestic grant-winning series of humorous mysteries that begins with Extrasensory Deception. Because a college full of under-age “geniuses,” as many over-inflated parents may have bragged, is too good a setting for a comic caper to pass up.

So, Suny goes to Preacher’s Ledge College and all mayhem soon breaks loose. You can read an excerpt of the book here. If you want to read the rest, start a petition to wave in the face of every major publisher out there.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, when I was there, I was the dumbest of the lot, believe me. And I’m sure my daughter will have a much more peaceful year than Suny does.