Linc set the boxes down and pulled out the drinks. He gave her a large bottle of water. “You look dehydrated.”
“I’m fine. It’s just a bruised kidney.”
“No such thing as just a bruised kidney. You sound like some of the athletes I’ve treated. I’ll tell you what I tell them. You’re not invincible.”
“How’s Frank?” Linc was silent for a long moment. “What? What’s happened?” A sickening panic rose in the pit of her stomach.
“He’s developed an infection.”
“Oh, God. How serious?”
“Serious enough. They’re keeping him in ICU.”
Diane stood. “I need to go see him.”
Linc took her hand. “He’s sleeping. Eat something. You aren’t a vegetarian, are you? I ordered pepperoni on the pizzas.”
“No. I’m not a vegetarian.” Diane got some paper plates from a cabinet in the staff lounge and they settled in to eating the pizza. She was having a hard time keeping tears from forming.
“Frank is always bringing more food than we can possibly eat too. Must be genetic.”
“Comes from having three growing boys in the family, I guess. We always needed lots of food on hand.”
Diane selected a slice of pizza and took a bite. It was still warm and tasted good. She never realized she was hungry until she ate something.
“Tell me what this is about,” said Linc after several bites.
Diane told him the entire story, from Frank first showing her the bone to her possession of the rest of the skeleton, sans skull, in the storage room.
“So you think that what happened to you and to Frank is related to the murder of his friends?”
“Yes.”
“What do they have to gain by shooting Frank?”
“Frank and I are the only ones working on an alternate theory of the crime. The police aren’t interested. Frank is the only one protecting Star. Without him, she would stand a good chance of getting convicted. There are flaws in my theory, but I have a gut feeling that what’s happened to us is directly related to the murder of the Boones.”
“It does seem that way. If you’re correct, then you’re also correct in assuming Frank’s still in danger. What were you going to do before we arrived?”
“He’s hired security to watch the Boone house-to keep relatives from carrying off Star’s possessions. I was going to ask them to put someone outside Frank’s room. Frank also has friends on the police force here. I’m sure they would be glad to help.”
“Why don’t you go home and get a good night’s sleep? Have you had one since you were attacked?”
“I want to get the analysis done as soon as possible.”
“You and Frank are a good pair. He thinks he’s indispensable too. I hope nothing happens to either of you, or the rest of us are doomed.”
Diane smiled at him. “I’m not indispensable, but there’s no one here this minute to analyze the skeleton but me.”
“Yeah, Frank would say the same thing.”
“How did he get into learning the accordion?” asked Diane.
Linc grinned at Diane. “Because everyone made fun of it, I think. Frank was a kid totally immune to peer pressure and completely stubborn. He wouldn’t let anyone back him down, and he didn’t care what people thought.”
“That must have made school rough. His peers must have been on to him all the time.”
“At first, but Dad taught us to box from the time we could put gloves on and not fall over frontward.”
“Boxing? Not some martial art?”
“No, boxing’s the best.” He went into a boxing posture and punched the air. “Once you get your feet off the ground, you’re off balance. We’d love it when the other kids thought they were so cool with their fancy kicks. They were pretty easy to knock down.”
“He didn’t tell me about the boxing. But I just found out he’s pretty mean on a karaoke machine.”
“You should see the three of us.”
Diane laughed. “How about Ava? Is she into karaoke and boxing?”
“She plays the piano. Quite well. Not into anything physical. She’s the older sister and takes her job seriously. Frank’s really going to get an earful when he’s better.”
“You have a nice family.”
“We like it.” He took a long drink of Coke. “Can I have a look at the skeleton?” he asked.
Diane had finished eating all she could eat, which was two slices from an extra-large pepperoni, mushroom and green pepper pizza. She took a swallow of her water and eyed him closely.
“Frank asked me to keep an eye on you,” he said in answer to her silent stare. “He apparently knows you quite well.”
“Sure, you can have a look. I’ll record a few more observations and go home.”
Korey was still there, but was on his way out. Diane introduced him to Linc.
“We’re all sorry to hear about your brother,” said Korey, shaking his hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Dr. Fallon. Been finding some interesting stuff in that small stack of papers.”
“We have some pizza left,” said Linc. “Why don’t you take the extra one home with you?”
Korey looked surprised. “Sure. Thanks.”
As Korey left, Diane fished the key from her pocket and opened the door to the storage room.
“This is the mysterious guy,” she said.
“You don’t have a skull?” asked Linc.
“Unfortunately, no. I really wish I had it. We could find out what he looks like. The excavators are still looking for it.”
“You think it was removed?”
“The vertebrae don’t show it.”
“What do you know about him?”
“He grew up in a cool, humid climate, he was a vegetarian but ate fish, he’s been missing for about five years, maybe, judging from the vegetation growth over him.” Diane told him about the stable isotope analysis.
“I’m impressed.”
“You should be. I found that out when we had only the clavicle. With all these bones, you’d think I’d be home free.”
“What about his age and condition?”
“He’s still undergoing epiphyseal union on all his long bones-from a half to three-quarters fused, including his iliac crest.” She ran her fingers along the top of his pelvic bone and picked it up. “Look at the pubic symphysis.” She rubbed her thumb over the horizontal ridges and grooves where the two pelvic bones joined in front. “This is a young surface. My guess is he was in his late teens or early twenties.”
“My son’s that age,” Linc said, caressing the bone. “There are some parents somewhere wondering where he is.”
“Speaking of his pelvis, this is sort of unusual.” She showed him the lesion on the bone near the pubic symphysis. “I usually see this in pregnant women or those who have just given birth. It’s caused by the strain on the joint.”
“What about his shins?” asked Linc.
“Shins? He has a healed break in his tibia.”
“Check his elbows.”
Diane raised her eyebrows and reached for the left ulna and examined the proximal end. She raised her eyebrows further and checked the right ulna. However, it had been gnawed by animals.
“The left ulna has a healed lesion. The right might, but I can’t tell.”
Linc winked at her.
“How about the lower back?”
Diane narrowed her eyes and examined several of the lumbar vertebrae. “One shows some wear on the margins.”
Linc grinned broadly, showing a row of even white teeth.
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Diane laid the vertebrae back in place on the table and turned to face Linc, who was still grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Okay, are you going to tell me?”
“I think your fellow here was a hockey player,” he said.
“Hockey?”
“I’ve seen that cluster of injuries many times in hockey players. Breaks in the tibia are common, so are lower back pro
blems. I’ve seen olecranon bursitis so bad it’ll leave scars on the bone. Groin pain is common in a lot of sports, but the side-to-side motion in hockey puts a strain on the pubic symphysis, causing the kind of lesions you just showed me.”
“Possibly a hockey player. Good. In fact, terrific. Grew up in a cool climate, that fits. Surely someone out there will recognize all the information we have and can identify this guy. Thanks.”
“Glad to be of help. Now, will you follow my orders as a doctor and go home and get some rest?”
“Sure.” Diane locked the vault, turned out the lights in the lab and locked it and the second floor when they left. Their shoes echoed on the marble floor as they walked across the lobby and through the doors to the elevator. Chanell Napier and Bernie Chapman were the two security officers on duty. They were talking to each other at the front information desk. Chanell was inside the semicircular booth and Bernie was leaning on the desk.
“Where’s Leonard tonight?” asked Diane.
“He’s been sick the last couple of days,” said Chanell. “We’re filling in for him.”
Diane realized how much she’d been neglecting the museum and felt guilty. “Not serious, I hope?”
“I don’t think so,” said Chanell. “He said he was having migraines.”
“You two doing OK?”
“It’s real quiet here. Bernie was just about to make the rounds.”
Bernie ran a hand through his red hair and put on his security cap. “Just going now,” he said, and started off on his rounds.
“Be sure to keep an eye out for that missing snake,” she told him. “I want him found.”
“Oh, my God,” Bernie said. A little tremble went through him. “I forgot about that snake.” He watched the floor along the walls and looked under a table in the hallway as he passed. At one point he gave a sudden jump to one side, as if he had seen something, then continued on.
Diane shook her head in bewildered fascination. She hadn’t had time to look for a head of security. She was thinking about Jake Houser, but he had a full-time day job. She decided at that moment to give it to Chanell. She had experience at the university before she came here, and Diane could send her for courses at the police academy. Most of all, she’d proved to be reliable and a self-starter.
“Chanell, come by my office when you get in tomorrow.”
She looked alarmed for a moment. Diane smiled at her and her face brightened. She felt better having made the decision. It was one she should have made several days ago.
They left the museum in the care of the security guards, and Linc walked her to her car. “Do I need to follow you home?”
“No. I intend to go directly there. I’ll be fine. Tell me, is Frank going to be all right?”
“I think so. I won’t say it isn’t bad right now-it is. But his condition is definitely survivable.”
She had never asked anyone at the hospital about the long-term prognosis for Frank’s injuries. How he would be when he recovered. She’d been concerned only that he recover. But she thought of it now. Would he have any paralysis? A heart condition? She was afraid to ask. She started to get in her car, but stopped.
“How is he? I mean, when he recovers, will he be OK?”
“I don’t know. They repaired all the damage, and he has feeling in his arms and legs. The bullet didn’t get near the spine and apparently didn’t nick any of the nerves. He’ll be weak for a while. Go home and get some rest and try not to worry.”
She got in her car and he closed the door for her. She rolled down her window to say good-bye and he handed her a card. “This has my cell phone number on it. Give me a call if you need anything.”
She drove home and parked in front of her building. She was getting to feel like she was running a gauntlet in getting from her car to her apartment door, and she was tired of living like this. She hurried to the door, flew up the stairs and opened her apartment door. She flipped on the lights. She expected to feel safe, but didn’t. She felt scared.
She stood in the hallway and listened for any sound-creaking, breathing, anything. This is silly, get a grip, she told herself. It was a small apartment with very few places to hide. In fact, under her bed and in her closet were it. She quickly checked both places, feeling foolish when she finished. What if she’d found someone? She didn’t have a weapon. This was really stupid. She walked back into the living room and was about to turn on the television when she saw a form in the draperies behind her living room chair. Her heart jumped in her chest. She was almost paralyzed in place.
As casually as she could, she moved to the hall and into the kitchen to look for a weapon. What kind of weapon? Her mind raced, trying to think. A knife. Maybe, but how would she fare in a knife fight with some intruder? She could run but would she make it before he caught her? The best course of action would be to call for help. But her cell phone was in the bedroom, and whoever it was would hear her talking. She could grab the cell phone and lock herself in the bathroom. And then what-hope help arrived before he broke down the door? She heard a rustle and creaking of the floor. No time.
She spotted her cast-iron skillet sitting on the stove, picked it up and stepped out into the hallway. She edged forward until she was almost to the living room. Maybe she could catch the intruder by surprise and knock him out. She raised it over her head as she saw a shadow cast by her lamp. One more second. Now she swung the pan, but at the last moment swerved and hit the wall with a crash, accompanied by a piercing scream.
“Mrs. Odell, what are you doing in my apartment? Do you know I could have knocked your skull in?”
Mrs. Odell, dressed in a pink chenille robe, was holding her chest and breathing hard. Diane led her to the sofa.
“Are you all right? What are you doing in here?”
“Looking.” She wheezed. “Looking for the cat.”
“Mrs. Odell.” She was interrupted by a pounding on the door.
“That’d be Marvin.” She was still breathing hard.
Diane went to the door. A man, possibly in his seventies, a little shorter than Diane, was standing at the door with a concerned look on his horselike face.
“Veda, Veda, was that you? Are you OK? What did you do to Veda?”
“I almost knocked her out with an iron skillet. Mr. Odell, I don’t have a cat, I’ve never had a cat here, the landlady doesn’t allow cats.”
“Veda was sure you did.”
“What? She knocked her out with a frying pan?” A voice from the hallway said. The other tenants along with the landlady were murmuring outside her door.
“Is something wrong?” asked the landlady. “Oh, dear.”
“Mrs. Odell was hiding behind the draperies in my apartment. I almost crowned her with a skillet until I saw who it was,” explained Diane. The last thing she wanted was the neighbors to believe she was beating up little old ladies.
The landlady entered with a justifiably contrite look on her face. “Oh, dear,” she clucked at Veda Odell.
“How did you get in?” asked Diane.
Veda cast her husband a guilty glance. “We, uh, well, we just borrowed. .”
“My key?” said the landlady. “Did you take my key?”
“We borrowed it. Marvin has been having fits with his allergies.”
The landlady looked miserable.
“Well, you can’t go stealing keys and poking around in people’s rooms. Dr. Fallon was attacked in the parking lot the other night. How do you think she felt seeing someone hiding behind her curtains?”
“That was the only place I could hide. She was coming in the door and I was scared to move.”
“Marvin, take Veda across the hall-and give me my key.” The landlady held out her hand, and Veda dropped the key in it.
Marvin and Veda Odell left, and the other tenants went back to their apartments. There was only Diane and the landlady. Diane gave her the kind of look she did when Ariel got into something she shouldn’t have.
“Oh, dear. You know, d
on’t you?”
“I saw the tail the other night.”
“She’s such a nice cat, and good company. I was hoping. . I guess I’ll have to get rid of her.”
“Maybe you can find the Odells another apartment over a funeral home,” said Diane.
“They are such a strange couple, aren’t they? They love planning their funerals. Can you imagine? That’s such an odd thing to have as a hobby. Two of them. How do you suppose they found each other in the first place?”
“They probably met at a funeral,” said Diane.
The landlady shrugged. “You’re probably right.”
Diane sat on her sofa, suddenly very tired.
“You know they had children,” the landlady said. “Seven of them. They all died. Veda showed me pictures of their funerals. Kind of makes your skin crawl, doesn’t it?” With that, the landlady went back to her apartment.
Yes, thought Diane, it does make my skin crawl. She locked her door, put a chair under the knob, and dragged herself into the bedroom. Before she got in bed she took a pain pill to ease her throbbing back. As she climbed in bed she noticed the light blinking on her answering machine. Frank, she thought, and reached for the playback button.
Chapter 37
The message was from Gregory, asking her to call, he had some news. She looked at the clock. Much too early in England to call now, but in a few hours. . As she was setting her alarm to wake her up in five hours, the phone rang. She snatched it up.
“Diane,” said Gregory. “I figured you’d wait until some decent hour to return my call, so I thought I’d call you back.”
“Do you ever get any sleep?” she asked.
“I don’t need much, really. Four hours a night and I’m fit for the day. I have some news, mostly good. If not good, at least informative.”
“I could use some good news.”
“The good news is that Ivan Santos and his people are still in Puerto Barquis. No evidence that any have sneaked out of the country or into the U.S. Bad news is they are mounting a successful coup.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. The population’s been through a lot.”
“I’m afraid they are in for more of the same.”
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