Diane stared at the reconstructed face on the computer screen. Was this what Marcus McNair didn’t want them to find? A relative? Why wasn’t he reported missing? Didn’t he have other family who missed him? Parents, wife, children, girlfriend, friends?
She reached for the phone and called Garnett.
“I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed,” said Garnett, answering her call. “We found the car down a ravine ten miles outside of town. It’s been burned out. No bodies.”
“I’ll send David out,” said Diane. “Maybe he’ll find something useful.”
She was disappointed, but not surprised they ditched the car. She was willing to bet it was a stolen car, anyway. She wrote down the directions to it before she addressed the reason for her call.
“Did McNair have a brother or cousin, midthirties, who was shot in the shoulder, and looked a lot like him?”
Garnett was silent for a few seconds. “He has a cousin Eric McNair who fits that description. Why are you asking?”
“I finished reconstructing the skull on the second basement skeleton. Imagine my surprise when I looked at the computer-generated face and saw a facsimile of McNair.”
“Hmph. Kind of puts a new light on things,” said Garnett. “I imagine that was a shock. So, that’s where Eric got to.”
“Who is he and what’s his story? And why didn’t anybody report him missing?” asked Diane. She stared at the face rotating on the screen as she spoke with Garnett.
“Eric’s one of those family members you kind of hope will go off and not come back. Always in trouble. Spent time in jail for dealing, assault and battery, spouse abuse, you name it. He was shot in a drug deal that went sour. His family had hoped that cured him, but he was a hard case. I guess he’s cured now.”
“Must have been what McNair was trying to hide,” said Diane.
“Probably so. Discovering Eric’s involvement with the meth lab would definitely have implicated Marcus. They were tight. Marcus was the only relative Eric was close to.”
“How did Marcus get to be arson investigator?” asked Diane.
“Marcus kept out of trouble himself. He also had a benefactor,” said Garnett.
“Who?” asked Diane.
“Guess.”
“Adler?” answered Diane.
“First try. It’s looking worse and worse for Adler. The more we find on McNair, the more we have on Adler. I don’t know if you’ve seen the news. He’s been trying to distance himself from McNair. But his political career is circling the drain. I’d love to arrest the bastard. That would be icing on the cake.”
What did David say about payback being a bitch? thought Diane. Adler had no friends in the police department. He should have thought of that. You’d think a politician would have.
“Can I get dental records on Eric McNair or x-rays of his shoulder?” asked Diane.
“The guy may never have gone to a dentist. The hospital should have x-rays from the shooting injury. I’ll get them sent over to you,” said Garnett.
“That’ll confirm the identification,” said Diane. “I don’t guess there’s any line on where the occupants of the Impala went,” she said, jumping subjects.
“None. They obviously ditched the car. They’re probably in another vehicle by now and long gone.”
“They’ll hang around,” said Diane.
“How do you know?”
“Because they didn’t get what they wanted,” said Diane.
“You mean the secret code thing you were talking about?” asked Garnett.
From the tone of his voice and the ambiguity of his understanding of what the secret code thing represented to the gunman, Diane could see that Garnett wasn’t buying the looking-for-treasure motive. It didn’t matter. She bought it. And she knew they would return to get the coded message.
“You’ll let me know if he’s sighted?” she said.
“You know I will,” replied Garnett. “But I think you can relax.”
She hung up with Garnett. The face of Eric McNair rotated in three dimensions on her screen. What a tragic life to have gotten as far as his midthirties and have no one miss him. She printed out both faces-the two men who died together in an instant in the basement of the house-and saved them to a portable memory stick.
Jin, David, and Neva had made significant progress sorting through the cigarette butts. The map was full of small x’s, each representing a Doral. But she didn’t like what she saw. The vast majority of the x’s clustered near the morgue tent and the coffee tent.
“Doesn’t look good, does it?” said David.
She looked up and caught him watching her.
“We’ll need to find out what the people at tent city smoke,” said Jin.
What the people at tent city smoke, thought Diane. None of them wanted to say that who they were looking at as a murder suspect was one of the medical examiners, their assistants, or a policeman. Those were the only people allowed in the area.
“I hate this,” said Neva, “but I’ll find out what the policemen smoke.”
“I’ll do it,” said David. “They’re your friends.”
“Neither of you will do it,” said Diane. “We’re going to give the information to Garnett and let him investigate. That’s what we do: We supply objective information from the scene and he uses it to investigate the crime.”
“Since when?” said Jin.
“I’m not willing to alienate the police department any more than I have to. I’m taking the coward’s way out of this one. It’s up to Garnett now.”
“That works for me,” said Neva.
Diane didn’t hear Jin or David objecting. Good.
“This is something for you to mull over,” said Diane. She laid down the printout of the face she had reconstructed.
“Why did you have the computer draw Marcus McNair?” said Neva. She looked at Diane with a puzzled frown.
“Yeah, Boss,” said Jin. “You testing your software?”
“Is this McNair?” asked David, picking up the page and examining the printed picture.
“We’re waiting for confirmation, but it appears to be Eric McNair, Marcus McNair’s cousin,” said Diane.
Jin grabbed the page out of David’s hand to look at it again. “His cousin? Was he the second guy in the basement?”
“Yes, he was. I’m having x-rays sent over for confirmation,” said Diane.
“What does this mean exactly?” asked David.
“Garnett believes that it connects Marcus McNair to the meth manufacturing. He’s hoping that proving McNair was involved will mean he can prove Adler was involved. Failing direct proof, I suppose Garnett hopes the insinuation that Adler was involved will forever ruin Adler’s political career,” said Diane.
“You sound like you don’t approve,” said Jin. “I wouldn’t waste any sympathy on Adler.”
“I’m not,” said Diane. “I have no sympathy for him. I… It’s just that…”
“You like a clean kill,” said David.
“Blunt way of putting it, but I suppose that’s true. Anyway, that’s not our problem. Our problem is to recover the best evidence we can from the crime scenes. Speaking of which, David, I need you to go meet Garnett at a crime scene. Here are the directions. He found the Chevrolet Impala in a ravine and burned to a crisp.”
“Were the suspects in it?” asked David “No, it looks like they just got rid of the car. Probably got another one. It’s my feeling they’re still in town.”
“Why would they hang around?” asked Neva.
“Because they were after the coded message, and I removed it from the doll before they got it.”
The three of them gave her a blank stare. “Coded message?” said Jin.
“I think you skipped a chapter,” said David.
“I guess I did. The doll had what may be a coded message inside.” She briefly told them the story of Leo Parrish and the missing loot.
“And these guys are looking for it?” said Jin.
“I’m guessing,” said Diane. “I don’t know for a fact.”
“That’s just a weird story,” said David, as if it offended his sensibilities. “How did Juliet get involved?”
“That I don’t know. I have only vague guesses.” Diane didn’t want to give them Juliet’s life history just yet. She turned to Jin. “I have a job for you. I know how you like to solve puzzles.” Diane pulled the printed copy of the code from her pocket and handed it to Jin.
“That was in the doll?” said David. “How did you know to look?”
“Long story,” said Diane.
“It must be,” he said. “It just keeps getting longer.”
“This looks like a cryptogram,” Jin said. “I can do these in my sleep. See, all you have to know is the frequency with which each letter of the alphabet occurs in everyday language-a few other things too-but it’s easy.”
“Good. Do it tonight when you get home. Right now, you and Neva get the cigarette information to Garnett. And David…”
“I know, I’m going,” he said. He grabbed his case and headed for the elevator.
“I’ll meet you out there,” she called after him. “I have some things to do here first.”
“I can do it myself,” he said.
“It’ll be faster if I help,” she said.
The elevator door opened and David stepped in.
“When you guys finish your report, go home,” Diane said to Neva and Jin. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Diane left them and walked downstairs to the conservation lab. She met Korey on the Pleistocene overlook near his lab.
He grinned and his eyes twinkled when he saw her. “I have your forgery, Dr. F.,” he said.
“That’s great. I was just coming to get it. I’m going fishing and I need bait for my hook.” It was in a glassine envelope. She took it out and examined it.
“This looks just like the original,” said Diane.
“I went down to the thrift shop and bought some old books,” he said. “I tore a piece from one of them-they weren’t valuable, I checked. I wrote the message with vegetable ink. It all looks pretty old.”
“Thank you, Korey,” said Diane. “This is excellent. If I decide to go into a life of crime, you’re my man.” She slipped it back in its envelope and put it in her pocket.
“I’m glad to know that’s not what we are doing,” he said still smiling. “Tell me, the jobs you gave to Kendel and Beth, are they related to this?” He gestured to her pocket.
“Yes,” said Diane smiling.
“I really can’t wait for this,” he said.
“I’ll tell you when it’s over, all three of you,” she said and left by the overlook elevator and rode down to the main lobby.
She looked at her watch. Shortly, the night lighting would come on. Andie was probably already gone. She waved at the guard at the information desk and went to her office.
Korey really did a good job, she thought as she moved open the door to the safe. After that, everything went black.