Part 4: Aide and Abet
Didi watched as Tory Foster walked away with a brisk and purposeful stride. She gave the impression she had somewhere important to go, but Didi was now sure this was all an act.
Didi had noted Foster's old fashioned suit, peeling handbag, and less than chic hairstyle as soon as they'd met, which had been here, in a coffee shop, instead of Foster's apartment. Didi was not as quick with her observations as her boss, but even she could glean Foster was not currently flush with success. It had become quite obvious as they'd talked Foster had only agreed to today's interview in a vain hope Didi would remember her name should an opening come up at the Public Litigation Office.
Instead of returning to the office Didi ordered another coffee - short black, no sugar - and took out the notes she'd made during the interview. She'd only jotted down what she'd had no issues with Foster reading over her shoulder. Now she wanted to record some more confidential observations for later reference.
Chamalla? Didi had known little of the drug before this case, and had taken several hours to research its uses and history. Although Foster had denied Roslin had taken it, she'd been easily able to participate in the subsequent discussion about the drug which Didi deliberately initiated, indicating prior knowledge.
Date Foster ceased working for Roslin? One would think it would be a simple question with a simple answer, especially given Roslin's health, but Foster had been vague.
Personal relationships? Didi had only brought this subject up as an icebreaker, and Foster had instead turned to ice. She was hiding an inappropriate lover? A child?
Billy Keikeya? Foster wouldn't be drawn into any discussion about her predecessor.
Didi decided to investigate the details of the boy's death further.