In Death 24 - Innocent in Death

know.”
    “It’s all right, Ray. Of course you didn’t know.”
    “Then we saw him. He was lying there, and he was…” She hiccupped twice, then simply crawled out of her chair and into her father’s lap.
    “It’s all right, baby. It’s all right, Ray.” His eyes lasered into Eve’s as he stroked Rayleen’s hair. “Lieutenant.”
    “You know I need to finish this. You know it’s vital to get the details as quickly as possible.”
    “I don’t know what else.” Her voice was muffled as she pressed her face to her father’s chest. “We ran, we ran away. And Mr. Dawson was there, and he said to stay where we were. I sat down, I think. I sat on the floor, and we were crying, and Mr. Dawson came back. His hands were shaking when he took out his talkie and called Principal Mosebly.”
    “Did you see anybody else go in or out of the classroom?”
    “Principal Mosebly went to the door, then she called for the nurse and they took us-Melodie and me-to the infirmary.”
    “On the way to the classroom, did you see anyone?”
    “I think, yes, I think Mr. Bixley came out of the boys’ room, the restroom. He had his toolbox because one of the sinks was stopped up. That was before, before we passed Mr.
    Dawson and showed our passes. I went in first, into the classroom first. I was the first to see him.”
    She lifted her tear-streaked face. “I don’t see how Mr. Foster could be dead. I don’t see how. He was my very favorite teacher.”
    Her shoulders shook as she clung to her father.
    “You can’t need any more from her,” Oliver said quietly. “I’m taking her home.”
    “If she remembers anything else-”
    “If she does, I’ll contact you.”
     
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    He rose, and carrying his daughter, strode from the room.
    Eve started with Eric Dawson. He was a science teacher, in his middle fifties, and had been instructing at the academy for fifteen years. He carried a little paunch, and since his shirt buttons strained over it, Eve assumed he was in denial over it. His sandy hair showed a little glint of gray at the temples. Pockets of fatigue dogged his light brown eyes.
    “I didn’t go in,” he told Eve. “No more than a step or two. I could see…Anyone could see Craig was gone. I’d been annoyed with the girls, all that screaming. I thought they’d seen a spider or something equally foolish.” He paused, passed a hand over his face. “But as soon as I saw them…Even silly girls don’t reach that level of hysteria over a spider.”
    “Did you see anyone else, other than the two girls?”
    “I’d just left Dave Kolfax and Reed Williams in the staff lounge. We’d had lunch together, as we sometimes do. And I passed Leanne Howard going in. I was going to the chem lab to set up for the next class.”
    “When did you last see Mr. Foster alive?”
    “Oh, God. God. In the lounge, before classes this morning. I was having a coffee, and he had a tube of Pepsi from Vending. He didn’t drink coffee. I used to tease him about it.
    We talked a little about a mutual student, Bradley Curtis. His parents are divorcing, and Brad’s grades have been sliding. We agreed it was time for a meeting with the parents and a counselor. Then, ah, Reed came in. Yes, to grab a coffee. When I left they were talking about some action vid they’d both seen recently. I didn’t see him again until…”
    “How did you get along?”
    “With Craig? I liked him quite a lot. Quite a lot,” he repeated quietly. “I was, well, unconvinced when he first came on staff last year. He was so young-the youngest member of the teaching staff. But he made up for a certain lack of experience with enthusiasm and dedication. He cared a great deal, a great deal about the students. He must have been ill and not known it. He must have had some sort of condition. To die that way. It’s inconceivable.”
    The sentiment was echoed by every staff member Eve spoke with. She finished up the session with Reed Williams, English department.
    No pouch on this one, Eve noted. He had a strong, lean build that told her he took advantage of the fitness center facilities. His hair was a deep, rich brown tipped with gold to simulate sun streaks. His square jaw was deeply clefted under a firm mouth. His eyes of sharp, bottle green were heavily and darkly lashed.
     
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    He was thirty-eight, single, and wearing a suit that she estimated had cost him a stinging slice of his monthly pay.
    “I saw him this morning, in the fitness center. He was