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want to impose or
dredge up bad memories, so I promise I’ll be as brief as I can.”
I gave her my best little boy, come hither smile.
    She studied me a moment, then shook her head and gave
Birnam a frustrated look. “Might as well, Howard. They’re
going to keep coming back until the thing is beat to death.”
    “Great.” I offered my hand. “The name’s Tony.”
    She gave me a bright smile that contrasted attractively with
her tanned skin. “Mine’s Kim.”
    Birnam gave a brief nod. “You can use the ARD room.”
    I poured another cup of Rita’s coffee and offered some to
Kim. She declined with a knowing grin. “Rita’s brew is a little
too strong for me ” She winked at the grinning secretary and
added with a mischievous curl on her lips, “But sometimes I do
use it for liniment for my girls’ sore muscles.”
    I studied her as she walked ahead of me, remembering the
police report. Kim Nally, 34-year-old PE teacher who had an
affair with the superintendent, and whose personalized pen Holderman had given her was found beside the dead man on
Perry Jacobs’ desk. Her alibi was Dorothy Saussy, an algebra
teacher, who had been visiting in Nally’s office around the time
of the murder.

    We sat at the table, and I pulled out my notebook, opened it
to a blank page, and handed it to her. “If you don’t mind, I’d
like your name and telephone in case I have to get in touch with
you again concerning the case.”
    For a moment, she hesitated, an eyebrow arched. With a
shrug, she put down the information and slid the notepad and
pen back to me, all with her right hand.
    That answered one of my questions. “I read the reports. If
you don’t mind, just tell me what you told the police.”
    “Why not?” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the
table. Her eyes fixed on mine. “The reason the police talked to
me was that George and I had an affair, one I broke off two
years ago.” She stressed I. “You see, I’m a single mother with
a seven-year-old autistic daughter. I might not be a rocket scientist, Mr. Boudreaux, but I am smart enough to realize that
messing around with the superintendent of the school district
was a shortcut to disaster.” She lifted both eyebrows in a gesture of resignation. “So, I broke it off.”
    I glanced at my notes. “You stated that you were in your room
from about eight-forty-five P.M. until the body was discovered.”
    “Yes.” She leaned back, keeping her eyes fixed on mine.
There was a gleam of defiance in her dark eyes, as if she was
daring me to accuse her of the murder. “I was visiting with
Dorothy Saussy. She teaches algebra. She’s a single mother
also, and we were discussing sitters. She left around ninethirty when Linda May and Iona Flores stopped by to pick her
up. The three of them then went to Dorothy’s room to work on
curriculum.”
    I jotted the last two names in my notebook. “I don’t remember seeing their names on the police report.”

    With a shrug, she replied. “That’s the cops’ problem. I told
the officer.”
    “What were you doing in your room so late anyway?”
    She uttered a soft groan. “PTA. The superintendent insisted
all teachers attend all PTA meetings. He even demanded we
sign in and out at the table outside the auditorium.”
    “In and out?”
    “Yes. Something, huh?”
    “Must have been an unpleasant joker to work for.”
    “Yes and no ”” She glanced at the table, then lifted her eyes,
still defiant. “He wasn’t a bad man. He just wanted what he
wanted too badly. He tried to run over people, and obviously,
someone stopped him.”
    “Obviously.”
    She chuckled. “It was strictly physical between me and
George. He was powerful. I liked that. I think I was probably
somewhat infatuated at first, but after a while, real life sort of
elbowed infatuation aside, and I realized he was nowhere near
the icon I first thought. But the truth of the matter was I enjoyed
being