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In Death 24 - Innocent in Death

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memorialize him. For herself. Just for her. That’s sad. It must be a terrible thing for a mother. Then you said she hid some of her meds. Doesn’t want her husband to know she’s taking them. Doesn’t want to-what, upset, disappoint, worry him? So she keeps her little secrets.”
    “Yeah, she does,” Eve agreed. “She’s got secrets.”
    “And you think they apply to these murders? How?”
    “Keeping the status quo is vital to her.” Because visuals helped, Eve brought Allika’s photo ID onto the wall screen. “She broke it off with Williams. Betrayed her husband, sure.” Split-screened Allika’s image with Oliver Straffo’s. “But in addition she rocked her own boat. That spooked her. She needs those waters calm again. Still, I don’t think they ever are. Not inside her anyway. It’s pretense. So she needs her chemical boosts.”
    “I don’t see how that connects to your investigation.”
    “Everything connects. She loses a kid.” Now, Eve added a third image, the innocent and doomed little boy.
    “He’s charming, isn’t he?” Roarke commented.
     
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    “Yeah. He’s got a look. So does Allika. Hers is like before and after, and that’s how it strikes me in that house. You can see it in the pictures. In their eyes. They’re wounded, walking wounded, but they get through it. His way, her way. Now she stumbles, has this affair. He knows it, or close enough. I think he knew she ended it, and he doesn’t confront her. Keep up the pretense, the status quo. Already lost a kid, can’t put themselves or their surviving child through a divorce.”
    She added Rayleen’s photo so the screen held four images. “Now there are two murders, slapped back to back and right in their faces. She’s shaking and scared. He’s closed up and angry.”
    “And the girl?”
    Eve looked at the screen. “She’s fascinated.”
    “Ah. Children can be cold-blooded. Death’s other for them. They’re so far from it.
    Innocent enough to believe it can’t touch them, so it’s compelling.”
    “Is it innocence?”
    “It’s childhood, I suppose.” He topped off her wine, then his own. “So very different from yours or mine.”
    “Yeah. Different by a long shot. Roarke?”
    “Hmm.”
    She started to speak, then changed her mind. “I wonder if either of us can really be objective about a family unit like that.” She gestured toward the screen. “But I know there are answers in that house. I’m going to find them. Each one of them, each segment of that square that became a triangle. Mother, father, daughter.” She drew a triangle in the air. “Each knows something. Something that connects them and keeps them separate at the same time. I’m going to have to take each segment separately to figure it out.”
     
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Chapter 18
    AFTER DINNER, EVE BEGAN TO SEARCH AND CROSSREFERENCE every name in the address books she’d taken during the search of the Straffo penthouse. While it ran, she started a chart of schedules.
    Intersections, she thought again. Parallel lines. But a triangle here, not a circle.
    Idly, she doodled a triangle on a pad, drew a horizontal line through its center. “What would you call this?”
    Roarke glanced over her shoulder. “What you have there is a midpoint proportionality, a segment whose endpoints are the midpoints of two sides of a triangle. A segment that is parallel to the third side-its length half the length of that third side.”
    “Jeez, ?ber-geek. I see a kind of box inside a triangle. A connect from another source.”
    “That as well.”
    “Huh.” While he wandered off to the kitchen, she rose and updated her murder board.
    Her computer signaled the assigned task was completed before she was finished.
    “Display results.” She started to turn just as Roarke came out of the kitchen with a tray.
    “We already ate.”
    “We did indeed.” He crossed, set the tray on the table, then took off a small plate. And turning, offered it. “And this is a homemade fudge brownie.”
    Her heart, she was embarrassed to realize, just melted. “Man, you never miss a trick.”
    “You can thank Summerset later.”
    “Uh-uh.”
    “I asked if he’d bake a batch. So you can thank me as well.” Roarke held the plate just out of reach, tapped his lips with the index finger of his free hand.
    She rolled her eyes, but it was only for form. Then leaned in, pecked a kiss on his lips, and snatched the brownie. “Damn me if I’m kissing those bird lips of Summerset.” She

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