In Broad Daylight. Marie Ferrarella

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      “So who takes care of her?” he asked Brenda, since she seemed to be the expert here.

      An image of Annie, her eyes huge and sad, flashed through her mind. “The housekeeper for the most part,” Brenda told him.

      Dax studied her again, trying to view her as an integral part of the scenario instead of quite possibly the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. “You seem to know a lot about her. You take that much of an interest in all your students?”

      There it was again, that suspicion. She knew he was doing his job, but she didn’t have to like it. “Yes, I do. But Annie is special.”

      “Special how?” Dax prodded.

      “She’s very intelligent,” Harwood said. It was evident that he disliked being ignored.

      Nathan flipped to yet another clean page. “Doogie Howser intelligent?”

      Dax looked at his partner as if the latter had just lapsed into a foreign language. “Who?”

      Nathan gave him a patronizing grin. TV trivia was the one area that he had covered while Dax wandered through it like a newborn babe. “I’ll explain it in the car,” Nathan promised.

      “Gifted,” Brenda explained for his benefit. “And yes, I think she was.”

      She didn’t add that she related to the little girl on almost all levels. Annie felt isolated from her parents and so had she. But in her own case, it was a physically and verbally abusive father who had caused the chasm that existed between she and her parents.

      Until she left both of them, her mother had been no help, no buffer against her father’s volatile temper. Two days before her ninth birthday, she’d come home to find a note from her mother in the kitchen, addressed to her. The note said that she couldn’t take it any longer and that she was leaving in search of what she knew had to be a better life.

      The memory shivered up and down her spine now, all these years later. Her father had beaten her when she’d told him the contents of the note.

      At eighteen, she’d taken her mother’s cue and left home for good, marrying Wade York not because she was in love with him, but because she loved him for being everything her father was not. Eventually, she’d come to learn that loving someone for lack of certain qualities wasn’t enough. After seven years of trying, she and Wade had drifted apart.

      In addition to the feeling of isolation, she’d related to the shy, withdrawn girl with the golden hair on another plane. Annie had been tested at near genius level, the same level that she herself had attained. In her case, there had been no one to push her; no one to help her make use of her potential; no teacher who had seen the spark. She’d been left on her own to discover it, finally enrolling in college while her husband, a marine, was shipped from one end of the globe to the other.

      Brenda was determined that Annie was not going to fall by the wayside as she had.

      But now Annie was missing. And it was her fault. She’d failed the girl.

      Dax stepped back to open the door leading out of Harwood’s office. “Why don’t we go back to your classroom?”

      “All right.” She squared her shoulders and pushing past him, she took the lead.

      Once out in the hallway, Harwood was quick to catch up to her. “No one blames you for this, Brenda,” he said in a hushed tone.

      Her anger, directed against both the brash detective and herself, softened slightly as she turned toward the man who had been nothing but kind to her. The man who, she knew if she’d give him a chance, would have been ready and eager to be more to her than just the man who signed her paychecks.

      But despite the fact that he was a highly educated headmaster and Wade had been a marine who’d entered the service before he’d graduated high school, Matthew Harwood was too much like Wade for her. The fact that he was also her employer gave her an excuse to be tender to him, softening the blow. Harwood was sensitive and kind, but she wanted to make it on her own now.

      If she wasn’t strong enough for one, how could she ever hope to be strong enough for two?

      She paused before her classroom before turning the doorknob. Dax could see the tension skimming up and down her back. Apprehension? Guilt? It was still too soon to tell.

      The classroom was empty.

      The children who normally occupied it had temporarily been moved to the school library until the smell of smoke could be eradicated from the room.

      As if of like mind, Dax and Nathan went straight to the wastepaper basket beside the desk.

      Knowing they probably preferred to have her hang back, Brenda still joined them. Even looking at the basket, burnt and misshapen, the fact that the fire had started here still amazed her. She was so careful. How could this have happened? The metal container was completely blackened, as was the side of the desk closest to the basket.

      “Looks like this is the only place the fire damaged,” Harwood noted.

      Nathan looked around and nodded. “Lucky.”

      “Controlled,” Dax countered. He raised his eyes to Brenda. “Whoever set this did it after the alarm went off.”

      Why was he looking at her like that? Did he expect her to suddenly fall to her knees and confess? “How can you tell?” Brenda asked.

      He’d already made the calculations. “Because it took the firefighters less than ten minutes to get here. Ten minutes would have been enough time for the fire to have spread throughout the whole room if it had started first. The alarm was tripped and the firefighters were already on their way when the fire was set. Someone wanted to be sure that no one was hurt during all this.” Dax paused as he looked at her. “Do you have any matches in the classroom?”

      So much for thinking she was being paranoid. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

      There was no smoking allowed on the premises. Besides, he doubted if she was a smoker. There were no nicotine stains between her middle and index fingers and her teeth were blazing white. Which begged the question, “Why?”

      “We have a science project going.” She gestured toward the cone-shaped papier mâché structure sitting in the middle of a table in the far corner. It looked like a child’s version of a tropical island. “The children and I are making a volcano.”

      Plausible, he thought, nodding. “Can I see the matches?”

      Nerves were skittering through her as she opened the top drawer to her desk. She didn’t know whether to be furious or to search for the name of a good lawyer. Reaching for the box where she kept her matches, she stopped.

      “They’re not here.” There wasn’t much to move around in the drawer, but she went through the motions with no success. “I keep them in a metal box, but it’s not in here.”

      The taller of the two detectives said nothing, only nodded, but by now she was convinced that he thought СКАЧАТЬ