One Grave Too Many dffi-1

by Beverly Connor

  However, the feature that was the most prominent was the angle shaped compression fracture on the frontal bone over the right orbit and another similer fracture higher up on the parietal. She now had the cause and manner of death: blunt force trauma to the head-murder.

  She told Jonas who he was.

  “I’ll be damned. Good girl. You can turn everything over to the sheriff now and be done with this. No one will have a reason to be after you.”

  When he said that, Diane realized she wanted to finish it. She wanted to be sure the person was caught. “Where was the site?” she asked.

  “The site was in Massachusetts, like the nineteen indicated, near the border with New York. It was excavated about twenty years ago by the archaeology department at Harvard.”

  “Twenty? That long. So it might not have been associated with Aidan Kavanagh at all?”

  “Twenty years doesn’t change anything. It was probably stored in the department, and he could have somehow gotten his hands on it.”

  “He dabbled in archaeology.”

  “So that fits.”

  “Yes, it does. He later switched over to the Harvard Business School.” Diane was struck by a sudden insight. “Oh, my God,” she said. “That’s not possible.”

  “What?” Jonas looked at her with concern. “Sit down, you look pale.”

  “Jake’s son, Dylan Houser, also went to Harvard Business School around the same time.”

  Chapter 49

  She picked up the phone book and looked up the number for the city jail. She dialed and asked for Star Boone, telling them it was an emergency. She knew that would scare Star to death, but if she was right, she wanted to act quickly. It took about ten minutes, but Star came on the line.

  “Is Uncle Frank all right?”

  “Yes, he is, Star. This is Diane Fallon. He’s fine. I’m sorry to have frightened you. I have an important question I need to ask you. It’s important,” she said again. “Did Jay know Dylan Houser?”

  “Sure. They went hunting and fishing together with Dad and Mr. Houser. Jay idolized him.”

  “What did you think of him?”

  “I thought he was an arrogant prick. Mom and Dad thought he hung the moon. What’s this about?”

  “Right now it’s confidential, so don’t tell anyone about this conversation. I mean it.”

  “OK. I can keep a secret. You don’t think. .”

  “Don’t think about what I just asked. Forget about it. OK?”

  “You’ll tell me later?”

  “Sure. I’ll tell you everything later. I talked to Frank this morning. He’s up and around and looking really good.”

  “When they called me to the phone and said it was an emergency, I was afraid. .”

  “I know. It is an emergency, just not with Frank. I’m sorry I scared you.”

  “They told me you were in the hospital too.”

  “You have a pretty good grapevine going there.”

  “If it’s something that tortures me, they tell me about it. Actually, Mrs. Torres told me about you. She said her son found you in the lake and you were OK.”

  “I was in the hospital, but I’m fine now.”

  “Is everything going to be all right?”

  “Yes, Star, it is. I don’t think you’ll be there much longer.”

  Diane got off the phone just as Jonas was opening the door for Mike Seger. He had a semicircular cast in his hand. “OK, you going to tell me what I’m doing with this?”

  Diane took the cast from him. “This is great. Thanks. Now, would you mind getting your tire iron for me and meet us in the conservation lab vault?”

  Mike looked at Jonas, who shrugged at him.

  “Sure. Be right back. I have to say, you’re the most unusual boss I’ve ever had.”

  “Why, thank you, Mike.” She smiled at him.

  Mike went on his errand. Diane and Jonas went to the conservation lab, carrying the skull and the cast.

  “You found the skull,” said Annie. Several of Korey’s staff followed her and Jonas into the vault.

  She opened the double boxes and took out the right scapula, the one with the damage, and aligned the cast of the brake disc with the straight indentation in the crushed bone.

  “Not an exact match, but close-it’s a good possibility.”

  Mike came in with the tire iron and laid it on the table. “So that’s why you wanted the cast. You think a jack slipped.”

  “He’d have to slip too,” said Diane. “And somehow end up with his right shoulder under the disc.”

  “That hurts just thinking about it,” said Mike, rubbing his own shoulder.

  Diane set the scapula down and gently picked up the skull and tire iron, fitting the curved heavier end into the compression fracture. It was a good fit.

  “What happened?” asked Mike. “The guy has a car fall on him and somebody caves in his skull with a tire iron? That’s a bad day.”

  “Perhaps the car falling was afterward, to make the murder look like an accident,” said Diane. “But then why dump the body someplace else? I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.”

  Diane put the scapula back in the box. “Look, guys, don’t mention the bones are here in the vault to anyone. I’d rather people not know it.”

  “Sure thing,” they all agreed and went back to work, muttering about the undesirability of having a car fall on you.

  “Can I put my tire on now?” asked Mike.

  “Yes. You’re a good sport, Mike. I appreciate all your help.”

  “Anytime you need something really odd done, just give me a call.”

  Diane carefully packed the skull and taped the box closed. She turned to Jonas. “Let me call the sheriff, and then I’ll beat you at chess.”

  “You’re going to have to work hard to win. You’re in a bad situation.”

  “That makes it interesting.”

  The sheriff wasn’t convinced right away to investigate Dylan Houser.

  “I know it’s a stretch, Sheriff. But bear with me. Both Dylan and the victim were in Harvard Business School together. There was a good chance they knew each other.”

  “So did a lot of people. That’s a big school, and they may never have met.”

  “I know. I don’t have anything in stone, but you could at least ask if he knew the guy.”

  “I could do that. Do you have anything else?”

  “Not a lot. I believe that whoever killed the Boone family was afraid that if the bones were found and identified, the identity would lead us to them. The only way that would be true is if it could be proved that the killer and the victim knew each other or had some association with each other. The fact that the bones were here in this county, all the way from Massachusetts, suggests that the victim may have been visiting someone he knew. If the killer was a random stranger, why would he care if the bones were identified or not?”

  “I don’t have any quarrel with that, but it’s a long way from the Houser boy.”

  “I know. Dylan was idolized by Jay Boone according to Star. He’s one person who could have lured Jay out of the house, even asked him to bring a gun to him. The person who killed Jay was taller than either Star or her boyfriend, Dean. He was about Dylan’s height.”

  “Being tall isn’t rare among young men these days, even young men with a Harvard education,” he said.

  “I know. George Boone may have hit his attacker with a bat. Dylan has a bruise.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I was told by someone who knows him,” said Diane.

  “That’s something, but not much. He’s an active boy.”

  “Whoever kidnaped me knew the skull was missing. It wasn’t a secret, but not many people knew. One of the people who was in a position to know was Dylan’s father.”

  “Now, hold on here.”

  “I know, Sheriff, but just listen. You can tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about later.”

  “I’ll do that.”

  “J
ake Houser also knew that the bones had been there for several years. Not many people knew that either. And before you ask, that’s very tenuous. It’s based on a reaction he had.”

  Diane explained about Janice Warrick not knowing how long the bones had been dumped, but Jake did.

  “I know that’s very little, but why didn’t Warrick know? She’s been following everything I do, and Frank’s partner sent her the report on the bones. There’s a possibility that the report was intercepted so no one would query missing persons.”

  “So you think Jake’s son, Dylan, for one reason or another killed this Kavanagh kid and dumped the body. George finds evidence of it, and he and his entire family have to be killed because any member might know where the bone came from. One thing led to another, and Dylan had to go after you and Frank to keep his secret. Jake found out and is trying to help his son cover everything up. Is that about it?”

  “I know the whole argument leaves a lot to be desired. But what if Dylan was friends with Aidan Kavanagh, and Kavanagh just happened to disappear in his hometown?”

  “I’ll grant you, flimsy though your argument is, it makes a kind of sense. But why go to all that trouble to kill the Boones when he could just deny knowing anything about Kavanagh?”

  “I don’t know. That’s a good point. It might be that he’s going into a career where there can’t be a hint of scandal. Will you talk to Dylan?”

  “I’ll talk to him. I’ll confirm first that they did go to the same school at the same time with the same major. That’s enough right there. As for the rest, well, we’ll see.”

  “One last thing, Sheriff. When I was attacked the first time, I jerked one of my attacker’s fingers back really hard, left a bad bruise on one of his arms where I bit him and kicked his shins half a dozen times.”

  “That ought to be pretty easy to spot,” he said. “You’re a damn tough woman.”

  As Diane and Jonas sat playing their game of chess, she tried out her reasoning again with him. He looked as skeptical as the sheriff had sounded.

  “I know it’s a terrible thing to accuse someone of anything they didn’t do, especially something so dreadful as a multiple murder.”

  “I’m not saying your logic, as far as it goes, isn’t sound. But it’s the ‘as far as it goes’ part that’s troubling. You’re right. It’s very tenuous.”

  “I know. There’s no proof. Do you want to resign?”

  Jonas looked startled. “What?”

  “You can’t win. I’ve got you beat in five moves.”

  “Oh, you scared me. I thought this was a side of you I hadn’t seen. The woman who can’t handle disagreement.” He chuckled and scrutinized the chessboard.

  “I don’t believe it. You’re right. There’s no way I can get out from under all the ways you have me pinned and forked. How did this happen?”

  “When you fell for my queen sacrifice.”

  Jonas met her gaze. “You are a devious woman.”

  “I didn’t have a lot to do when I spent the night in the lake, so I worked out my chess strategy. Too bad I can’t apply that to this case.” She thought for a moment. “Perhaps I can. I need to call up the sheriff and ask him if he’s talked to the Housers yet.”

  Chapter 50

  Diane sat in her office looking over exhibit proposals. She’d sent Andie on an errand and told her to just go home after she was finished. Her hand shook as she took a sip of hot tea, and she almost jumped when the knock on the door finally came.

  “Yes?”

  Jake Houser stood in the doorway with his gaze on Diane. She took another sip of tea and forced herself to be steady.

  “Jake. How’s Frank’s case going?”

  “Dead end,” he said.

  “You mentioned you may be quitting the museum. Are you here to resign?”

  “Partly. It’s not working out for me here.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” said Diane.

  Jake sighed. “I did like it here.” He paused. “You had a daughter, I understand.”

  “Yes. She was murdered.”

  “A terrible thing. Our children are our heart. There’s just nothing we wouldn’t do for them.” He fingered the geode on her desk.

  “Almost nothing,” Diane agreed. “Do you need a letter of recommendation?”

  There was another knock on the door. Both of them started. Diane looked at her watch. “It’s getting a little late for visitors,” she mumbled. “Come in.”

  Vanessa Van Ross, dressed in a white knit pantsuit that matched her hair, came into the room accompanied by her driver. “There you are. I didn’t expect to find you working. You haven’t been here the last three times I’ve come to talk with you.”

  Diane stood up. “Mrs. Van Ross, I’m so sorry. Things have been. .”

  “I really don’t want to hear excuses.” She turned to Jake. “Young man, will you wait in the other office?”

  Jake looked a little confused and reluctant. He shrugged and walked into Andie’s office. He didn’t look good, and Diane was worried about him.

  “Diane, Milo really thought you had potential. So did I, frankly, but this episode with the bones and the publicity, the fiasco with the Graysons. The board can’t get rid of you, but I can. I don’t want to. I wish I didn’t have to. I like you. But. .” She shook her head. “You have a week. I’m putting Donald in charge until we find a replacement.”

  “Mrs. Van Ross, what are you saying? You can’t just fire me without some kind of. .”

  “Yes, I can. Read your contract.”

  “I know things have been a little rough lately. But I think if you’ll just let me show you what I’ve done here, you’ll see the museum is doing well. Why are you doing this?”

  “Have you seen the newspapers? The museum doesn’t need that kind of publicity. We haven’t even opened our doors yet and I’m already getting calls from contributors asking what the hell’s going on here. And the museum isn’t doing well. My God, you almost lost the damn thing. No. I’m sorry. I’ll give you a good severance package, but I want you out.”

  Vanessa Van Ross turned and left. Jake reentered before she was completely out of Andie’s office. Diane stood behind her desk, watching some empty space. “I don’t understand this,” she muttered. “Look, Jake, I can’t talk with you now. You can just deal with Donald. I’m sorry.”

  “My business isn’t with Donald, it’s with you. I have my gun. Don’t make me take it out. There’s lots of people still here in the museum. I don’t want to hurt anybody, I just want those bones.”

  Diane looked startled. “What? Jake, are you crazy? What’s the matter with you?”

  “Don’t play this stupid. I really don’t want you to get hurt. That’s the God’s honest truth. This can be played out easy or hard. You’re one tough woman, I’ll give you that. You don’t need to be tough now. All your proof is in the bones, and I want them. Now get up and let’s go up to the vault where you keep them.”

  “They’re gone. I sent them. .”

  “No, you didn’t. The sheriff told me. That was a good little ruse, I’ll hand it to you. Now get up and let’s go. When I’m gone, you can do all the talking you want, but I have to tell you, nobody in this county’s going to believe you or even listen to you, and it will be your word against mine. The mayor and the whole police department will back me up.”

  Diane rose. As she walked past Jake he grabbed her upper arm. “Don’t do anything fancy,” he said. “Let’s just go to the elevator and go upstairs. We’ll cross the mammoth room and use the center elevators. That way we can avoid getting into a conversation with Chanell.”

  They crossed through the exhibit rooms to the center elevators and went up to the second floor.

  “There will probably be someone in the lab,” said Diane.

  “There’s not. I checked before I came down to your office. Let’s go.”

  Diane led him to the lab and into the vault.

  “Jake, don’t do this.”

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sp; “I just want to save my kid. You understand that.”

  Diane got the box and set it on the table. “I understand wanting to save your kid, but, my God, Jake, look at what he’s done. You knew George and his family. Frank is one of your best friends.”

  A wave of pain spread across his face. “Open it up,” he said. She began tearing the tape from the box. “Dylan panicked and let things get out of control. I know he did some terrible things, but I’m setting them back to zero. He can start with a clean slate. Without these bones, there’s nothing to connect him to any of the deaths. You’re the only one who will know.”

  “If you kill me, my death will be investigated.”

  “I’m not going to kill you. I said a clean slate. We can handle accusations. That’s the great thing about this country and its legal system. You need some kind of proof, and you have nothing but these bones. You don’t even know who they belong to and you are not likely to find out. There’ll be just this tale you tell people, and right now you’re lacking in credibility. I have to tell you, the mayor hates your guts, so does the chief of detectives, and the sheriff thinks you’re nuts. Janice Warrick’s ready to arrest you for messing in her case. Your best bet is to move on.”

  “There’s Frank.”

  “Frank only knows what you’ve told him.”

  He reached in the box and unwrapped a couple of bones from the soft cotton material. Diane glanced at the door.

  “Don’t try anything. You’re home free if you just play it safe.”

  He took out a sack and looked in it. “Those are the bones of the hand,” said Diane. “They’re packed separately, left and right.”

  “All nice and organized.”

  “This person has family somewhere who want to know where he is.”

  “I’m sure he does, and that weighs on me, like all of this. But they will just have to go on wondering. Taking Dylan down’s not going to bring this boy back.”