Research (Zoe) [backdated to February]
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darker_londonAs soon as Zoe arrived home from Rachel's house she started Googling her father.
Zoe had a folder locked away in her laptop where she kept information on anyone she found suspicious. She'd searched for her teachers at school and she'd trawled through facebooks of other classmates (Rhys's was particularly gross). She'd also looked up all of the families of anyone who died in the shooting. Of course I blame myself, she'd told Rachel and it was true. There wasn't anything she could do to make up for not stopping Gloria, but she could be aware of all the people she'd hurt.
Harley Dumire did not have much of an internet presence, but that seemed to make sense, if he'd only been married and going by that name for less than a year. Rachel had said they were married a few weeks before school began, so last August, and after that was when she and Harley had moved in with the Dumire's.
Imogene Dumire though, now she was easier to stalk. She worked as an investment banker for Lloyds Banking Group, and through them Zoe found her direct dial and corporate email and office hours and profile. She had a Facebook and a LinkedIn account. She was involved in a few different volunteer groups and had a healthy lifestyle blog that she updated every Thursday.
Indigo-Hope Dumire, her daughter, had a lively Facebook account, loads of pictures, and no privacy settings. She had an inactive Bebo account, a vintage fashion blog on tumblr, and a healthy lifestyle Youtube channel that she updated every Thursday. Her latest video was coping with stress through aromatherapy. Zoe watched the whole twelve minutes of it with a sceptical, annoyed look on her face.
She found an old profile for Harley Eos, though, on OkCupid. He liked cars and barbecues and football and had a teenage daughter and wasn't looking for women with kids. Zoe could not imagine how this profile fit together with Imogene Dumire's LinkedIn profile but there it was...
There was no record of Harley Eos before May 2008, where Harley was referred to as concerned parent in an article about bullying in the West Briton newspaper. The article was an editorial about exposing a girls bullying ring at a school in Cornwall, and though it never stated Rachel's name (or Elaine) it was fairly clear that she'd been involved. And if Harley was a concerned parent that indicated she was one of the victims, right? Zoe saved the article in her folder. She should ask about Rachel's past schools sometime, see what else she could find out.
Well, there wasn't anything about any of them in the Crown Court records, so that was something.
Shit, but she wished there was some kind of supernatural database she could run their names through (although historically, registers of people with differences usually went badly, but dammit it would have made Zoe's life easier.)
Zoe closed down her computer, grumbling a bit. It was late and she had school in the morning, and there probably wasn't a lot more she could find out easily. But her investigation folder was a little fatter than it had been before, so that was something.
She didn't let herself think about Rachel kissing her. Nope nope nope. That was an investigation for another day.
Zoe had a folder locked away in her laptop where she kept information on anyone she found suspicious. She'd searched for her teachers at school and she'd trawled through facebooks of other classmates (Rhys's was particularly gross). She'd also looked up all of the families of anyone who died in the shooting. Of course I blame myself, she'd told Rachel and it was true. There wasn't anything she could do to make up for not stopping Gloria, but she could be aware of all the people she'd hurt.
Harley Dumire did not have much of an internet presence, but that seemed to make sense, if he'd only been married and going by that name for less than a year. Rachel had said they were married a few weeks before school began, so last August, and after that was when she and Harley had moved in with the Dumire's.
Imogene Dumire though, now she was easier to stalk. She worked as an investment banker for Lloyds Banking Group, and through them Zoe found her direct dial and corporate email and office hours and profile. She had a Facebook and a LinkedIn account. She was involved in a few different volunteer groups and had a healthy lifestyle blog that she updated every Thursday.
Indigo-Hope Dumire, her daughter, had a lively Facebook account, loads of pictures, and no privacy settings. She had an inactive Bebo account, a vintage fashion blog on tumblr, and a healthy lifestyle Youtube channel that she updated every Thursday. Her latest video was coping with stress through aromatherapy. Zoe watched the whole twelve minutes of it with a sceptical, annoyed look on her face.
She found an old profile for Harley Eos, though, on OkCupid. He liked cars and barbecues and football and had a teenage daughter and wasn't looking for women with kids. Zoe could not imagine how this profile fit together with Imogene Dumire's LinkedIn profile but there it was...
There was no record of Harley Eos before May 2008, where Harley was referred to as concerned parent in an article about bullying in the West Briton newspaper. The article was an editorial about exposing a girls bullying ring at a school in Cornwall, and though it never stated Rachel's name (or Elaine) it was fairly clear that she'd been involved. And if Harley was a concerned parent that indicated she was one of the victims, right? Zoe saved the article in her folder. She should ask about Rachel's past schools sometime, see what else she could find out.
Well, there wasn't anything about any of them in the Crown Court records, so that was something.
Shit, but she wished there was some kind of supernatural database she could run their names through (although historically, registers of people with differences usually went badly, but dammit it would have made Zoe's life easier.)
Zoe closed down her computer, grumbling a bit. It was late and she had school in the morning, and there probably wasn't a lot more she could find out easily. But her investigation folder was a little fatter than it had been before, so that was something.
She didn't let herself think about Rachel kissing her. Nope nope nope. That was an investigation for another day.
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