In Death 24 - Innocent in Death

into a chair. “What do you want?”
    “We have reason to believe there was an item taken off the premises prior to the execution of the search that may be germane to the investigation.”
    “That’s ridiculous. Nothing was taken out of the house, and nothing that was ever in it isgermane to your investigation.”
    “Your daughter removed her diary.”
    “I beg your pardon?” Allika sat up now, and there was a ripple, just the faintest ripple, of fear in her voice. “What does Rayleen’s diary have to do with anything?”
    “She removed it prior to the search, and has since taken possession of it again. Do you know where it is?”
    “No, I don’t.”
    “Have you read it?”
    “No, I haven’t. We respect each other’s privacy in this house.”
    “We need to see the diary, Mrs. Straffo.”
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    “What’s wrong with you? How can you accuse a child of something so horrible?”
    “I haven’t accused Rayleen of anything. What do you think she did? What do you think she’s capable of doing, Allika?” Eve leaned forward. “What has you sick, and sleepless, and scared?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know what you mean.” Her fingers began to pleat the skirt of her robe. “You have to stop this. You have to stop it.”
    “I’m going to stop it. I’m going to stop her. You know this can’t go on.”
    “You need to go. I want you to leave now.”
    Eve pressed down hard on the next weak spot. “Why do you keep all your son’s pictures hidden away? Why do you hide a piece of his blanket, his little toy dog, all of those parts of him? Why is that, Allika?”
    “He was my baby. He was my boy.” Tears gushed now.
    “But you don’t have pictures of your baby, you don’t have memories of your boy sitting out, in the open. Why is that?”
    “It’s painful. It’s upsetting to…”
    “To Rayleen. She doesn’t like it, does she? Doesn’t like you or Oliver looking at pictures of another child. It needs to be about her, only her. She never liked sharing the attention, did she?”
    “It’s natural, it’s perfectly natural for a first child to be jealous of a new baby. To have a period of adjustment. Sibling-sibling rivalry.”
    “It was more than that, wasn’t it? Then she finally did something about it, on that Christmas Eve. Why should she have to share those toys? Why should he get your time, whenshe was first. So she got him out of bed, she led him to the top of the stairs. Didn’t she?”
    “It was an accident.” Allika covered her face with her hands, rocked. “It was an accident.
    She was asleep. We were all asleep. Oh, God, please, don’t do this.”
    “No, she wasn’t asleep. You know she wasn’t.”
    “She didn’t mean…she couldn’t have meant…Please, God.”
    “Tell me what happened that morning, Allika.”
     
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    “It was just as I told you. We were all asleep, all asleep.” She dropped her hands now, and her face was ghost white, her eyes dull.
    “How much longer can you keep it inside without breaking?” Eve demanded. “How much longer can you mask it with pills and busy work? With pretense? Until the next Reed Williams?”
    “No. No. That was one time, that was a mistake.”
    “You know you can’t live with it, Allika. You need to tell me. Tell me what she did to your little boy. To your baby.”
    “She was only seven.”
    Seeing the fissure in Allika, Peabody did her job. She moved over, sat beside Allika.
    “You’re her mother, and you want to protect her. You want to do what’s right for her.”
    “Yes, of course. Yes.”
    “You wanted to protect Trevor, too. You want to do what’s right for him. Telling the truth now, you have to know that’s what’s right for both of them.”
    “My babies.”
    “What happened Christmas morning, Allika?” Eve demanded. “What happened to Trevor?”
    “Children wake up early on Christmas morning,” Allika murmured as tears streamed down her cheeks. “It’s natural. So much excitement, so much anticipation. She came in, Rayleen came into our room just before dawn, jumped on the bed. So excited, so happy.
    We got up, Oliver and I. We got up, and Oliver said he would go get Trev.”
    She pressed a hand to her mouth. “The year before, his first Christmas, Trev was so young, not even a year old. He didn’t understand any of it. But this year, he was nearly two, and he was…It would be his first real Christmas. Oliver said he’d go get Trev, and we’d all go down