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In Death 24 - Innocent in Death

In Death 24 - Innocent in Death

Titel: In Death 24 - Innocent in Death
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have become so ill. Why would he have come in today if he was feeling unwell? His wife-he’s only been married a few months-I haven’t contacted her yet. I wasn’t sure-”
    “You’re going to want to leave that to us. If you’ll give us a few moments.”
    “Yes. Yes, of course.”
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    “Record on, Peabody,” Eve said to her partner. She nodded to the guard who stepped to the side.
    Eve opened the door, stood at the threshold. She was a tall, lanky woman with a choppy cap of brown hair, with brown eyes that were flat and dispassionate now as she scanned the scene. Her movements were easy as she took a can of Seal-It from her field kit, coated her hands, her boots.
    In nearly a dozen years on the force, she’d seen a lot worse than the doomed history teacher sprawled on the floor in pools of his own vomit and shit.
    Eve noted the time and place for the record. “MTs responded to the nine-one-one, arriving at fourteen-sixteen. Pronounced victim, identified as Foster, Craig, at fourteen-nineteen.”
    “Lucky we drew a couple MTs on the call who knew better than to move the body,”
    Peabody commented. “Poor bastard.”
    “Having lunch at his desk? Place like this probably runs to a staff lounge, cafeteria, whatever.” Remaining at the threshold, Eve cocked her head. “Knocked over a jumbo insulated bottle, the chair.”
    “Looks more like a seizure than a struggle.” Peabody skirted the edge of the room, her airboots squishing slightly. She checked the windows. “Locked.” She angled so she could study the desk, the body from that side of the room.
    While her body was as sturdy as Arnette Mosebly’s, Peabody’s build would never be statuesque. Her dark hair had grown past the nape of her neck and curved up at the ends in a flirty little flip Eve had yet to resign herself to.
    “Working lunch,” Peabody noted. “Lesson plans or grading papers. Allergic reaction to something he ate, maybe.”
    “Oh, yeah, I’d say.” Eve crossed to the body, hunkered down. She’d run prints, do the standard gauge for TOD, all the rest, but for a moment she simply studied the dead.
    Spider legs of broken vessels ran through the whites of his eyes. There were traces of foam as well as vomit clinging to his lips. “Tried to crawl after it hit him,” she murmured.
    “Tried to crawl for the door. Get the formal ID, Peabody, verify TOD.”
    Rising, Eve moved carefully around the puddles of what Craig’s body had voided, and picked up the insulated cup she saw, which had his name engraved in silver over black.
    Sniffed.
    “You think somebody poisoned this guy?” Peabody asked.
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    “Hot chocolate. And something else.” Eve bagged the cup into evidence. “Color of the vomit, signs indicating seizure, extreme distress. Yeah, I’m thinking poison. ME will verify. We’ll need to get clearance to access his medicals from the next of kin. Work the scene. I’m going to talk to Mosebly again, and pull in the witnesses.”
    Eve stepped out again. Arnette Mosebly paced the hallway with a PPC in her hand.
    “Principal Mosebly? I’m going to have to ask you not to contact anyone, speak with anyone just yet.”
    “Oh…I-actually, I was just-” She turned the PPC around so Eve could see the miniscreen.
    “Word game. Something to occupy my mind for a bit. Lieutenant, I’m worried about Lissette. Craig’s wife. She needs to be told.”
    “She will be. Right now I’d like to speak with you, in private. And I need to interview the students who found the body.”
    “Rayleen Straffo and Melodie Branch. The officer who responded said they couldn’t leave the building, and had to be separated.” Her lips thinned now in obvious disapproval. “Those girls were traumatized, Lieutenant. They were hysterical, as one would expect under these kinds of circumstances. I have Rayleen with the grief counselor, and Melodie with our nurse practitioner. Their parents should be with them by now.”
    “You notified their parents.”
    “You have your procedure, Lieutenant. I have mine.” She gave one of those regal nods Eve imagined were required in Principal Training 101. “My first priority is the health and safety of my students. These girls are ten years old, and they walk intothat .” She nodded toward the door. “God knows what damage it’s done to them, emotionally.”
    “Craig Foster isn’t feeling so well himself.”
    “I have to do what needs to be done to protect my students. My school-”
    “Right
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