L was older? Maybe he was a teacher rather than a student, then. Whatever position he held at the school, it's possible that it was part of the investigation. Getting close to the prime suspect. Misa tries to push the issue from her mind; there's no use making guesses without more information.

Besides, now there's a far more pressing mystery to unravel.

Misa looks at Lazarus with a curiously blank expression, mind not quite connecting the dots. L was a detective. Even if her Other had been a suspect, there's no way that what she felt during that echo was legal. It has to be the work of some psychopathic pervert with a deranged obsession, not the police. Even she doesn't believe that the justice system is that corrupt.

"You're saying... You saw how I was. You're saying that it was the police who did that? And L was there?"

While there is a slight tremor to her voice, no other outward signs of distress express themselves just yet. Misa's tone is disbelieving— she's sure that what she is saying can't be right. The same man she called a pervert and gave a friendly kiss on the cheek tortured her?