‘MY DAUGHTER WOULDN’T find out the name of her father because none of my classmates know it.’ Alice Douglas stared hard at him, as if daring him to refute her statement.
‘Are you sure about that?’ Rafferty asked. ‘I wonder if Sophie Diaz guessed. Adam had just dumped her. Maybe she spied on him, looking for a way to get even? Maybe she even tackled you about it.’
He could see that he had hit a nerve and he pushed it—hard. ‘Is that why she had to die, too? Was she someone else who knew your secret? Someone else who knew your shame that you’d allowed yourself to be used by Adam? Did she see you put the hemlock in Adam’s lunch and tell you that she’d seen you do it?’
Alice Douglas had gone deathly pale, but she spoke up spiritedly enough. ‘You’re talking nonsense, Inspector. Sophie didn’t
