In Death 24 - Innocent in Death

lateness on assignments and that sort of thing. But not one of them involved Rayleen Straffo. Her grades are stellar, her deportment evaluations the same.
    She’s top of the class.”
    “Maybe she doctored them.”
    “Man, you’ve got it in for her.” Immediately, Peabody winced. “I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I just can’t get there with you. I just don’t see it. I sure don’t feel it.”
    “Let’s follow through on these interviews today. Maybe one of us will change her mind.”
    The in-dash ’link signaled as Eve pulled to the curb in front of the building where Melodie Branch lived.
    “Dallas.”
    “Eve, I’ve read your report.” Mira’s face was knitted with concern. “We need to discuss this. At length.”
    “Figured that. This isn’t a good time. I’m about to do a follow-up with a wit.”
    “Not Rayleen Straffo.”
    “Not at this time, no. I can meet with you, and with the commander-as I’m sure he’ll feel this requires a discussion as well-this afternoon.”
    “All right. I’ll contact the commander now and set it up. I’d prefer you didn’t speak with Rayleen Straffo until we’ve had this discussion.”
     
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    “She’s pretty booked up today anyway. It can wait. From what I’m hearing, you’re not on board with me on this.”
    “We’ll discuss it this afternoon. I do have some concerns, yes. Tread carefully here, Eve.”
    “I’ll do my best.” Eve clicked off. “Sounds like Mira’s on your side of the line with this one.”
    “It’s not sides, Dallas.”
    “No. You’re right.”
    But it felt like sides, Eve thought, as she got out of the car and started into the building with the full intention of intimidating a young girl into betraying her best friend.
     
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Chapter 19
    ANGELA MILES-BRANCH OPENED THE DOOR HERSELF. She was dressed uptown casual in tweed pants and a cream angora turtleneck. On her feet were soft, low-heeled leather boots in the same tone as the sweater.
    She led them both into a stylishly streamlined living room. “I assume this is about the situation at Sarah Child. Melodie’s in her room, currently not speaking to me.”
    “Oh?” was all Eve said.
    “I’ve taken her out of the academy. I’m not sending my daughter to a school where there have been two murders. She’s upset that I won’t factor in her side of things, as in, her best friends in the entire universe go there, she doesn’t want to go to another school where she doesn’t know anyone and where they have to wear uniforms that are minus-zero, and so on.”
    Like a woman suffering battle fatigue, Angela dropped into a chair. “We’re head-to-head on this issue, and since I’m in charge of her life for the next several years, I win. Still.”
    She sighed, pushed at her bright hair. “It’s awful to be ten and think your entire world just broke to pieces on you. I’m giving her the time and space to sulk and be mad at me.”
    “It sounds like you’re doing exactly what you feel is best for your kid,” Peabody commented. “Kids don’t always get it. That’s why they’re not in charge.”
    “Thanks for that. I’m not the only parent who’s taken this step, or is seriously considering taking it. Melodie doesn’t get that either. So, I’m hoping that at least a couple of the kids she knows and likes end up at West Side Academy, where I enrolled her yesterday.
    Meanwhile…” She trailed off, let her hands lift and fall.
    “Has Melodie had contact with any of her friends from Sarah Child?” Eve asked.
    “Yes, of course. We’re all trying to keep things as normal as we can. It isn’t easy.”
    “How about Rayleen Straffo?”
    “Her in particular. They’re tight, and tighter yet since they had that awful experience together. We had Rayleen over Thursday, that’s a usual date for them. Allika and I felt it would be good for them to see each other as they normally do. Then Melodie had dinner over at the Straffo’s last night.”
    “Two days in a row? Is that usual?”
     
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    “It’s not a usual situation. Frankly, I was relieved to have Melodie out of my hair for a few hours after we clashed about her starting a new school on Monday.”
    “We’d like to talk with her.”
    “Lieutenant, I know you have a job to do, and believe me, I want you to do it. I just don’t want Melodie upset again. I don’t want her to have to go through the details of what happened to Craig Foster again. She has nightmares.”
    “We’ll try to stay