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happened in the parking lot at her church.” He cleared his voice. “She was waiting to pick up her son from preschool.”
    â€œFor real?” Casey gripped the arms of her chair. “I don’t understand this.”
    â€œThe police found Jasmine’s Mainland ID in her purse and contacted me just after Marie called.” He cleared his voice again. “I told the corporal she has no family; that’s when he told me what happened.”
    â€œWho on god’s earth would want to kill her?”
    â€œI heard there were problems with the ex. She was trying to get a restraining order.”
    Unable to think of anything to say about Jasmine that wouldn’t sound phony and hypocritical, Casey slipped into an investigative role. “Were there any witnesses?”
    â€œApparently, someone heard one shot and saw a van peel out of the lot.”
    Casey’s mind raced. “The guy was either close or knew what he was doing. Did the police say if this looked like a targeted hit?”
    â€œThey wouldn’t say much of anything.”
    The wood chair felt painfully hard beneath her. “Jasmine’s son wasn’t in the car, was he?”
    â€œNo, she was killed at eleven-ten. Jeremy’s class finished at eleven-thirty.”
    Casey remembered Jeremy from Mainland’s company picnic last month: a chubby-cheeked boy with large brown eyes and Jasmine’s black hair. While Jasmine was flirting with Roberto that day, her son had approached Casey and showed her his toy truck.
    â€œI don’t know why she arrived so early to fetch him.” Stan’s eyes glistened. “Jasmine lived only two blocks from the parish she belonged to. If she’d gone later . . .”
    A bus entered the yard. In need of fresh air, Casey walked to the window and watched employees either returning from lunch or beginning and ending shifts. No one looked upset.
    â€œI take it employees don’t know?”
    â€œJust you and Marie. I called David Eisler, who’s probably telling supervisors right now. Eisler intends to have each supervisor inform his own team.”
    David Eisler was the last person Casey would look to for guidance in a crisis, since his disrespect for employees was almost legendary. With the president on vacation in Europe, they were stuck with the egotistical VP . She glanced at the sky. After yesterday’s thunderstorm and rain, the sunshine was back, the sky free of cloud. A diesel engine near the building roared to life. Normally, she liked the smell of diesel. Right now, it made her queasy. She turned to Stan.
    â€œHow did Marie find out so fast?”
    â€œThe preschool phoned and asked her to pick up Jeremy. The poor woman’s devastated.”
    No doubt. Marie and Jasmine had hit it off from day one.
    â€œJasmine was a sweet kid.” Stan booted up the PC he’d finally agreed to use as part of his restructuring program. “She made great peanut butter cookies.”
    Which she’d offered to everyone but her. Casey blushed at the petty thought.
    â€œCorporal Lundy from the Coquitlam detachment’s coming here this afternoon to go through her locker.” Stan handed Casey a slip of paper. “That’s her combination. Show him where it is.”
    â€œCoquitlam RCMP ?”
    â€œThat’s where it happened, where she lived.”
    Friends had told Casey that Coquitlam was one of the safest and fastest growing suburban communities in the Lower Mainland. “Is the corporal part of IHIT ?” Casey had never met anyone from the RCMP ’s Integrated Homicide Investigative Team. Under the circumstances, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
    â€œI didn’t ask. Employees who worked directly with Jasmine will be contacted by phone,” Stan added. “Since you worked with Jasmine yesterday, Lundy might question you right away.”
    What should she say if the corporal asked what kind of person