In Death 24 - Innocent in Death

him. He wasn’t concerned that, in all likelihood, it would be a child or children who discovered the body.”
    Mira considered it another minute. “If it was a parent, I would have to say it’s one who puts his own needs and desires above that of his child. A teacher? One who sees the children as a job, as units rather than children. This was means to an end. Efficiently done, with a bare minimum of involvement.”
    “He’s not looking for attention or for glory. He’s not crazy.”
    “I would say not. But someone who can follow a timetable, and works in an orderly fashion.”
    “I’m going to look at the faculty again, the support staff. Timetables are the bedrock of school systems, the way I remember it. And someone inside the system would have a better, and clearer, knowledge of the vic’s schedule.”
    She pushed up and paced a little. “Besides, they’re supposed to be there. Required.
    Nothing suspicious about showing up for work, doing your job. Some of the parents, the guardians come in with a kid here and there, deliver something, hold a meeting, but the killer had to know that if his name was on the sign-in list when it generally wasn’t, we’d take a good look.”
    “Would it be possible for someone to have accessed the building without signing in?”
     
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    “There’s always a way, and it’s going to be checked out. But I don’t like it.” Eve sat again, pushed up again in a restless way that had Mira watching her. “It keeps the name out of the loop-potentially-but it’s not as efficient as just signing in as usual. Riskier than needed. The murder was risky, but like you said, calculated. Times. I bet the son of a bitch practiced.”
    She stuffed her hands in her pockets, absently toyed with loose credits. “Anyway, thanks for the time.”
    “I’ll read the file, give you a more formal profile and opinion.”
    “Appreciate it.”
    “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”
    “I just did. Dead guy. No solid leads.”
    “Don’t you trust me, Eve?”
    It was what Roarke had asked her the night before, in nearly the same patient tone. And it broke her. Her breath hitched in and out once before she controlled it. “There’s a woman,” she managed.
    Mira knew Eve’s heart and mind well enough to understand it was very personal, and nothing to do with murder. “Sit down.”
    “I can’t. I can’t. There’s a woman he used to know, used to be with. He might’ve loved her. I think he did. God. She’s back, and he’s…I don’t know what to do. I’m messing it up. I can’t stop messing it up.”
    “Do you think he’s been unfaithful?”
    “No.” Undone, she pressed her fingers to her eyes. “See, part of me wants to say, ‘Not yet.’ And the rest of me says, ‘That’s bullshit.’ It’s not his way. But she’s here, and she’s-she’s not like the others.”
    “Let me say first that in my personal, and my professional opinion, Roarke loves you to the point where there isn’t room for anyone else. And I agree, being unfaithful to you isn’t his way. Not only because of that love, but because he respects you-and himself-far too much. Now. Tell me about the woman.”
    “She’s beautiful. Seriously beautiful. She’s younger, prettier, and classier than me. She has bigger tits. I know that sounds ridiculous.”
    “It certainly doesn’t. I dislike her intensely.”
     
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    Eve laughed even as a tear escaped and was dashed away. “Yeah. Thanks. Her name’s Magdelana. He calls her Maggie sometimes.” She pressed a hand to her belly. “I feel sick. I can’t really eat, can’t really sleep.”
    “Eve, you need to talk to him about this.”
    “I did. We did, and all we did was circle and piss each other off. I don’t know how to work this way.” Torn between frustration and fear, Eve dragged her hands through her hair. “I just don’t know the ropes. Summerset told me she’s dangerous.”
    “Summerset?”
    “Yeah.” There was-almost-amusement at the surprise in Mira’s tone. “Kick in the head, right? He actually prefers me over her, for Roarke. Right now, anyway.”
    “That doesn’t surprise me in the least. Why does he say she’s dangerous?”
    “She’s a user, he says. Left Roarke flat about a dozen years ago.”
    “A long time. He’d have been very young.”
    “Yeah.” She nodded, seeing Mira understood. “It cuts deeper when you’re young, before you really build up the skin for being hurt that way. See, she left him. That’s