WHEN RAFFERTY GOT TO Griffin School, he found the place in uproar. Most of the reunees had clustered around the headmaster’s office to await the arrival of the police, all seemingly talking at once, such was the bedlam of noise that met him. There was panic after this death in the way that there hadn’t been over Adam Ainsley’s. Jeremy Paxton was hovering, clearly waiting for him.
‘Inspector. You got my message, then?’
‘Yes. The station rang me. Which room is Mrs Diaz in?’
‘I’ll show you.’
Paxton turned and led the way upstairs and along a corridor. He tapped on a door. It was opened by a red-eyed Alice Douglas. ‘Inspector. Thank God you’re here.’
Rafferty didn’t know where else she expected him to be. ‘May I come in?’
‘Of course. I know I should probably be downstairs with the others
