“I was so stunned I didn’t know what to believe. But she seemed incredibly sincere, and so, against my better judgment, I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone about what I had seen. She would have been instantly dismissed from working here if I had.”
“Of course she would have,” bellowed Gunther. “And youshouldhave told us, Susan. To think that our children were being taught by someone who . . . who engaged in such immoral behavior.”
Susan glanced up at him defiantly. “And would it be moral to let her mother die?”
“I’m sure there were other ways,” said Gunther. “Do you not agree, Milton?”
Milton looked startled, as though he were a student hiding in the back of the room when the teacher called on him for an answer he didn’t have.
“Yes, yes, of course. I’m sure there were other pathways.” He brightened. “She could have come to us. We would have helped her.”
“Exactly,” said Gunther.
“Maybe she didn’t want anyone’s help,” said Susan dismissively.
“Well, then she alone should be accountable for it,” said Gunther firmly.
“It looks like she was,” said Decker, drawing all their attention back to him. “Someone took her life, very brutally.” He scrutinized Susan. “What else did she tell you? Was she afraid of anyone? Had she received threats of some kind? Was anyone stalking her?”
“Nothing like that.” She paused. “But there was something. Something she said. It was about two weeks ago. She was here working on lesson plans when I popped in.”
“What did she say?” interjected Jamison. “As detailed as you can be, please.”
“She was looking upset. I asked her why. She told me she had gotten a note or letter that had disturbed her.”
“But you said she hadn’t been threatened,” noted Kelly.
“Well, she didn’t say that the note was threatening. Just that it haddisturbedher.”
“Did she say who it was from?” asked Decker.
“No. But it was shortly thereafter that she mentioned taking a trip.” She eyed her husband. “You were there, too, when she asked for permission to miss a week of school.”
“Yes, yes, that’s right. She said she was going to visit her mother.”
“And where did her mother live?”
“She never said,” replied Susan. “In fact, I know little about her background.”
“But surely if she was teaching here you needed to know about her background,” said Jamison. “She had to have appropriate credentials and experience and all that. Kelly said he learned from you that she had graduated from Amherst?”
Milton chimed in, “Oh, yes. She brought her credentials and teaching certificate with her when she interviewed for the job.”
“Do you have copies of those documents?” asked Decker.
Milton said, “No, I looked at them but didn’t make copies.”
“Did you do a background check on her?” asked Jamison.
Milton shook his head. “No, we . . . no, we didn’t do that. She didn’t seem like a person who would have a criminal record. She was a young woman, nice, presentable with a college degree from an excellent school.” He glanced at Gunther. “It didn’t occur to us that there might be a problem in her past. She worked here for a year without any issues at all.”
“And she was a very good teacher,” added Susan. “She was lively and engaging, and her curriculum was interesting and never crossed the bounds of what, well, what we value here. And the children loved her. They’re going to be devastated by this.”
“We’ll find another teacher,” said Gunther firmly.
“I’m sure you will,” said Decker. “And let’s hope nothing happens to that person.”
“This has absolutely nothing to do with us,” said Gunther indignantly. “This woman was a prostitute. I can only imagine the unsavory and dangerous people she would run into doing that sort of thing. I’m sure one of them is responsible for her death.”