In Death 24 - Innocent in Death

out an e-mail from that unit to an LFoster@Blackburnpub. com at twelve-oh-six today. No communication in or out prior to.”
    “Wife’s name is Lissette. Content?”
    “Just a sweetheart note, offering to pick up dinner on the way home from work. Recipient responded in the same tone, in the affirmative, at fourteen-forty-eight. Return post was not read.”
    “Okay. I’m waiting for the second wit. I’ll send the principal back to you, have her set you up somewhere. Get started on interviewing the staff and let’s nail the time line in each case. I’ll take my share of them in here once I finish with the kid. Meanwhile, verify the wife’s residence and place of employment. We’ll notify after we leave here.”
    “And the fun never ends.”
    Eve clicked off as the door reopened, and again Mosebly entered with her hand on the shoulder of a young girl.
    This one was blonde, with a cascade of curls held back from her face with a violet band.
    The band matched her eyes. They were puffy at the moment, red-rimmed, dominating a face of dewy skin with a slightly tipped-up nose. The mouth, rosy and bottom heavy, quivered.
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    She wore the same kind of uniform as Melodie, with the addition of a small gold star pinned to the lapel of the blazer.
    “Rayleen, this is Lieutenant Dallas. Lieutenant, Rayleen is here with her father, Oliver Straffo. I’ll be just outside if I’m needed.”
    “Have a seat, Rayleen.”
    “Lieutenant.” Oliver kept his daughter’s hand in his. His voice resonated in the room, like a good actor’s in a theater. He was tall, gilded like his daughter. But his eyes were a cold steel-gray. She’d met them before. In court.
    High-powered, high-dollar, high-profile defense attorney, she thought.
    Crap.
     
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Chapter 2
    “I’M ALLOWING THIS INTERVIEW,” HE BEGAN, “in this place, at this time, because I feel it’s in the best interest of my daughter’s emotional well-being. However, if I don’t like the tone or the texture of this interview, I will stop it and take my daughter away. Is that clear?”
    “Sure. I was going to dig out the thumbscrews, but I don’t remember where I left them.
    Have a seat. Rayleen, I just need you to tell me what happened.”
    Rayleen looked at her father first, got his nod. Then she sat, as he did, with admirable posture. “I found Mr. Foster. Melodie was with me. It was awful.”
    “Explain to me how you found him. How you got to his classroom at that time of day.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” She took a deep breath as if to prepare herself for an oral report. “I was in my study group, but I wanted, especially, to talk to Mr. Foster about the project I’m working on with Melodie. It’s worth a full quarter of our second-term grade in U.S.
    history, and I wanted to do the best I could. I’m ranked first in my grade, and this is one of the most important projects of this term.”
    “Okay, so you left study group for Mr. Foster’s classroom.”
    “Yes, ma’am. Ms. Hallywell gave us a pass so we could go to Mr. Foster’s class early.
    He always has his lunch there on Mondays, and he lets students come in during the last fifteen minutes to talk to him, if they need to.”
    “What time did you leave study group?”
    “I have the pass. It’s time-stamped.” Again she looked at her father for permission, then drew the pass out. “Melodie and I each have one. That’s the school rule. It says twelve forty-sevenP. M. ”
    Eve made a mental note to walk the route to gauge the time it would take. “You went directly from study group to the classroom.”
    “Oh, yes, ma’am. Loitering in the hallways between classes is an infraction, and three infractions within a thirty-day period results in a loss of privileges.” Her voice went prissy, reminding Eve that Rayleen was just the sort of kid she’d done her best to avoid in the cell block of school. “I don’t have any infractions on my record.”
    “Good for you. How long did it take you to get from study group to Mr. Foster’s classroom?”
     
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    “Oh, it couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes. Maybe three? I’m not absolutely certain, but we went right there. We were just talking, about the project, and some ideas for it. The door was closed, so we knocked first, then we opened it. And it smelled bad. It smelled sick, I guess. Melodie said something about the smell, and…”
    She pressed her lips together. “I laughed. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, Daddy, I didn’t