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“Do parents or students routinely bring in outside food?”
“Not without much to-do. It was Martin’s birthday, hence the cupcakes. I had preclearance for them. You can’t take in outside food for student groups without preclearance. You have to fill out a form,” Eileen explained, “note down the type of food and all the ingredients in case any of the kids have allergies or conditions, or cultural restrictions—parental restrictions.”
Eileen paused and began to take tiny clothes out of a basket and fold them into tinier shapes. “Pain in the butt from my view, but the rules are fairly strict. The principal and the nutritionist have to sign off on it. It’s like national security. I got them cleared, paid the fee for the juice I forgot to bring to go with the cupcakes. Then I realized I’d picked up Callie’s school bag instead of Annie’s diaper bag, and had to go back to Early Care, make the switch. At which time I realized, clued in by eau de Annie, that she desperately needed the diaper bag. I dealt with that. I guess it could’ve taken forty minutes.”
“During that time, who did you see or speak to?”
“Well, Laina—the nutritionist—Lida Krump, early care provider, and her assistant, Mitchell. I saw Principal Mosebly briefly. We passed in the hall as I was leaving and spoke for a minute. How are you, happy birthday to Martin, and so on. I actually saw Craig Foster going into the staff lounge. I didn’t even stop to talk to him, just sent him a wave and kept going. I wish I’d taken a minute, but you always think you’re going to have a minute more, some other time.”
“Did you know him well?”
“As well as any of the staff, I suppose. I’d run into him now and again in the neighborhood, and we had the usual conferences. Twice each term there are parent-teacher meetings, more if needed. They’re routinely needed for Martin,” she added with a wry smile.
“Martin had trouble with Mr. Foster?” Eve asked.
“Actually, Martin responded really well to Craig. Craig loved what he did, you could tell.”
“But you were called in for meetings.”
“Oh, yeah.” She laughed now. “They term Martin ‘exuberant,’ which is teacher-speak for a wild child. We’re going the private school route because there’s more one-on-one time, more discipline. It’s working.”
There was a crash, hysterical laughter, and mad barking. Eileen smiled wryly. “Mostly.”
“What about other staff? Reed Williams, for example.”
“Sure I know him.” Though she said it casually, her gaze shifted away, for just a moment.
“Did you see him outside of the school, Mrs. Ferguson?”
“No. Not me.”
“Meaning others did.”
“Maybe. I don’t see what that has to do with Craig.”
“Details are important. We understand Mr. Williams had or pursued a number of sexual relationships.”
“Oh, boy.” She blew out a breath. “He made what you could call a play—very subtle, very slick. Nothing I could call him on if I’d been inclined to. But you know when a man’s feeling you out. And most men know when a woman’s not interested. He backed right off. I’ve never had any trouble with him, or from him.”
“But others did?”
“Look, I know he hit on Jude Hadley. She told me, and she told me she met him for drinks. She’s divorced, and she was tempted. Then she decided no, it wasn’t something she wanted to get tangled up with. Especially since I saw Williams and Allika Straffo.”
“You saw them…?” Eve prompted.
“At the holiday party at the school? It was just a…” She shifted, obviously uncomfortable. “I saw how they looked at each other. And at one point, he touched her, just brushed his hand down her arm. But she pinked up. He wandered out, and a few seconds later, so did she. They came back separately, ten, fifteen minutes later. She had that look—you know, soft and loose. If they hadn’t had a quickie I’ll eat that damn droid pup.”
“Interesting,” Eve said as they stepped back into the chill of winter. “Allika Straffo, mother of one of the kids who finds the vic, is reputedly having quickies with Williams, who had the opportunity to kill Foster.”
“And Foster threatened to report Williams, which would involve Allika Straffo? Okay, but I tell you, I can’t see Williams getting worked up enough to poison Foster over the threat of being reported for having an affair with a student’s mother.”
“Straffo, on the other hand, is married, and married to a powerful man. She might’ve gotten worked up enough.”
“No record of her in the building on the day of.”
“Her kid was.”
“Her…Come on, Dallas. You think she set her kid up as a hit man. Hit girl. Hit kid.”
