Pat arrived at Stirling Kindergarten at three-fifteen, as the stragglers from the Thursday afternoon session were leaving. He’d called the kindergarten’s director, Rona Matthews, and she’d told him to come at the end of their day. As he entered the building, a tall woman, aged about fifty in Pat’s estimation, with short greying hair intercepted him.
‘Detective Sergeant Travers?’
‘Yes,’ said Pat, showing her his ID. ‘I’m here to see Rona Matthews.’
‘Come into my office.’
Pat took the seat offered, across from where Rona sat on the other side of the table that served as her desk, thinking she’d made sure he was appropriately distanced from her.
‘Now, what was it you wanted to talk about, Sergeant?’
‘Ella Taylor,’ said Pat. ‘I’m part of the team investigating her a*******n and the death
