Diana brought both tubes to the table, sat, her movements neat and efficient. "Dr. Mira said you needed to speak to me about what happened to Ms. Samuels."
"That's right. Do you know what happened to Ms. Samuels?"
"She was killed." Her voice remained polite, without a single tremor of upset or excitement. "Her personal assistant, Abigail, found her dead in her private quarters at about eleven-thirty this morning. Abigail was very upset, and she screamed. I was on the stairs, and I saw her run out and scream. Everything was very confused for a while, then the police came."
"What were you doing on the stairs?"
"We'd made soufflés earlier today in culinary science. I had a question I wanted to ask my instructor."
"You were nearby earlier that morning, and spoke with Ms. Samuels."
"Yes, that was when I was leaving culinary science for my next class, Philosophy. Ms. Samuels was greeting a guest in the great hall."
"Did you know the guest?"
"I'd never met her before." Diana paused, took a small, tidy sip of her drink. "Ms. Samuels introduced her as Mrs. Frost, and said that Mrs. Frost was interested in sending her daughter to Brookhollow."
"Did Mrs. Frost speak to you?"
"Yes, Lieutenant. I said that I was sure her daughter would enjoy at
tending Brookhollow. She said thank you."
"That's it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I was looking at the security discs, and it seemed to me that there was more. Both you and Ms. Frost looked back at each other as you walked away."
"Yes, ma'am," Diana said without hesitation, her dark eyes level and clear. "I was a little embarrassed that she caught me looking. It isn't polite. But I thought she was pretty, and I liked her hair."
"Did you know her?"
"I'd never met her before today."
"That's not what I asked. Did you know her, Diana?"
"I don't know Mrs. Frost."
Eve sat back. "You're smart."
"I have an intelligence quotient of one hundred eighty-eight, with a nine point six on the practical application scale and a ten-point comprehension. My problem-solving scale rate is also ten."
"I just bet. If I told you I know this school isn't what it pretends to be, what would you say?"
"What is it pretending to be?"
"Innocent."
Something flickered over Diana's face. "When a human trait or emotion is applied to an inanimate object, it poses an interesting query. Is it the human element that expresses that trait or emotion, or can an object itself hold that trait or emotion?"
"Yeah, you're smart. Has anyone hurt you?"
"No, Lieutenant."
"Do you know of anyone else here at Brookhollow who's been hurt:"
There was the slightest sparkle in those careful eyes. "Ms. Samuels. She was killed, and I assume it hurt."