17. Dead of the class

"Cheerleader? Nerd? Bad girl? What were you in high school?" Sara asked.

"Make an educated guess and then you tell me about your high school time."

"I bet you were one of these girls, who got good marks and were out all the time, chasing after guys, having fun. A teacher's favorite, a mother's nightmare and always with a boyfriend by your side."

"Yes, sounds just like me." Sofia laughed. "Or like I wanted to be. What about you?"

"Nerd."

"Right, Harvard, Berkley. Did you go to your reunion?"

"I'd rather drop dead and die a slow and painful death. There are some things in life you don't need to go through twice."

"They were mean to you?"

"I was invisible, always hidden behind my books."

"Sounds like David. It's tough, you go to your reunion and stumble over a body. Of a girl, who treated you like garbage. Even when she was a woman."

"Some people never grow up. Once a bitch, always a bitch. He did solve the case, that will impress his former classmates."

"I doubt they'll ever know about it. The next reunion everybody will talk about how Becca died. I wonder if David will attend to this reunion too."

"He wasn't happy about this one. Did you go?"

"Of course. It was a great opportunity to make it obvious to some people, if they annoy me, I get them arrested. The best chance to settle some score."

"Seriously? You threatened your former classmates with your job? I'm shocked."

"Why?"

"Because that never came to my mind." Sara laughed. "You don't apologize for being a jerk back then, I place some evidence of a murder case in your car, you go down for murder one."

"See, now you can go to your next reunion."

"Yeah, no way, thanks."

"You are not curious to see your favorite crush? See that the popular girl is a messed-up housewife now?"

"No."

"Did you have a favorite crush?"

"Yes and I won't tell you about him. There are some details in my life, that are not your business, Deputy Chief. In fact, a lot of things aren't your business."

"Don't be so close lipped all the time. How about we go out, you're a single, you can go after all the good looking guys in town."

"You really think that's what I want?"

"No."

"Good. And I know another thing: if I ever have to see a therapist, I make damn sure, he or she has no connections to my past."

"Yeah, finding out your therapist is married to the gossip girl from school is quite a shock. I wonder why he didn't protect his files better. It doesn't matter that he thought, she didn't know his clients. It's confidential."

"Some people have no idea what that means. It's like they don't accept you have a private life and don't want to share everything."

"Now, that sounds like familiar to me." Sofia smirked.