The In Death Collection Books 21-25 - J. D. Robb [454]
He smiled, and he reminded Eve of an amused monk. “Oh, at least once a term. I’d be a little disappointed if they didn’t. If children don’t push the edges now and again, what’s the point of being a child?”
For now, Eve checked Dawson off the list and drove to Mirri Hallywell’s apartment. It was a few blocks from the Fosters’, and she didn’t answer the door.
“We’ll try her ’link numbers,” Eve said as they started back down again. “I think we’ll take this out of the school, at least for now. Further interviews at the subjects’ residences. We’ll take it home to them. We’re going to go through the female staff’s data, cull out the more attractive. Odds are we’ll find one or more who’ll admit to dancing in the gym with Williams.”
Even as she reached the outside door, it opened, letting in a blast of cold air, Mirri Hallywell, and a thin reed of a man.
“Excuse me. Oh. Oh. Lieutenant Dallas. Were you looking for me?”
“That’s right.”
“I was…we were…We went to see Lissy. This is Ben. Ben Vinnemere. We went to see Lissy, and she told us you said Craig had been murdered.”
“Mirri, why don’t we go upstairs? We can talk upstairs. You should sit down.” Ben turned his brown eyes on Eve. “We’re all a little shaky. Is it all right if you talk to us upstairs?”
“That’s fine.”
“We couldn’t stay.” Leaning against Ben, Mirri started up the first flight of stairs. “It seemed intrusive. She has her mother there, and that’s best. I don’t know what to do for her. Do you think we should go back?”
“Not today,” Ben replied. “We’ll do whatever we can to help her tomorrow. She needs today. So do you.”
When they reached her door, he took Mirri’s key, opened it himself. “I’m going to make some tea. You sit, and I’ll make some tea. Lieutenant?”
“I’ll pass.”
When he gave Peabody an inquiring look she nodded. “Tea would be great. It’s Peabody. Detective Peabody.”
“I feel numb,” Mirri stated. “In my chest, and the back of my skull. She said he’d been poisoned. Ricin. Ben knew what that was.”
“I’m a copy editor for the Times,” he explained as he got cups out of a cupboard in the kitchen alcove. “I know all sorts of things.”
“He explained, but I don’t see how…I can’t see why.”
“Where were you yesterday morning between ten and eleven?”
“Me?” Still wearing her coat, Mirri dropped into a chair. “Ten? Drama Club meeting. We’re working on the spring play.”
“The entire hour.”
“Yes. Well, I had to go down, check with Home Science. They’re designing some of the costumes as part of their grade this term. I’d forgotten to take the disc of designs when I’d been in there the day before.”
“You signed in just after eight yesterday. Your first class isn’t until nine.”
“I tutor some students on Mondays and Thursdays. Eight to eight forty-five. I was late, actually. I don’t understand why…” Suddenly realization and shock rippled over her face. “Oh, yes, I do. Ben.”
“They have to ask, Mirri.” His voice was calming as he came back with her tea, pressed the cup into her hands. “They have to ask questions, gather information. You want to help, don’t you?”
“Yes. Of course. Yes. I’ve never been questioned by the police before. Now twice in two days, and knowing what happened to Craig…”
“Did you see anyone outside the classroom during that period?”
“Let me think a minute, the whole day’s turned into a messy jumble in my head.” She closed her eyes, took a slow sip of the tea. “Yes. I remember seeing two of the boys going to the library. Preston Jupe andT. J. Horn. They use the ‘research’ ploy a few times every week if they can manage it.”
She opened her eyes again. “If there was anyone else, it just didn’t register. I was thinking about the play, and annoyed with myself for forgetting the disc.”
After giving Peabody her tea, Ben sat on the arm of Mirri’s chair, laid a hand gently on her shoulder.
“Are you aware of any friction between Craig and any member of the staff?”
“I’m not. I wasn’t. Honestly, I don’t think there was any to be aware of.”
“Did you have sexual relations with Reed Williams?”
“No! Oh, God. Absolutely