Ryan handed Miriam a card.
“If I think of anything I will call.” Again, the widened eyes. “I really do want Avram’s killer brought to justice.”
“Have a nice day,” Ryan said.
“Shabbat shalom,”I said.
As we turned to go, Miriam reached out and laid a hand on Ryan’s arm.
“Regardless of what you think, Detective, I did love my husband.” There was a chilling bleakness to her voice.
Ryan and I didn’t speak until we were back in his car.
“Well?” Ryan asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
We both thought about that.
“Chet?”Ryan asked.
“Kind of like sin,” I said.
“The lady’s not into the power of sisterhood,” Ryan said.
“She acted like I wasn’t there,” I agreed.
“You were,” Ryan said.
“I thought so,” I said.
“She’s definitely not one of Purviance’s fans.”
“No.”
Ryan started the engine and pulled from the curb.
“I’d say I’m pretty good at character analysis,” he said.
“I’d say that’s a fair assessment,” I agreed.
“But I can’t figure Miriam. One moment she’s bereaved. The next she’s broadcasting this fuck-you attitude. Protecting something?”
“She was perspiring,” I said
“On a cold day,” Ryan said.
We rolled to a stop at the corner.
“Now what?” Ryan asked.
“You’re the detective,” I said.
“The gun was an orphan. Can’t trace it. My canvass of Ferris’s neighbors in the industrial park turned up zip. Ditto for statements by family and business associates. I’m still waiting for tax records and a phone dump on the warehouse. I’ve got a Kessler query into every synagogue in town.”
“Sounds like you’ve been doing some serious detecting.”
“I’ve been detecting my ass off, but progress is halting,” Ryan said.
“What now?”
“SIJ’s still working the scene. Purviance is still checking to see if anything was stolen. That leaves lunch.”
I’d barely settled with my Whopper when my cell phone warbled. It was Jake Drum. This time the connection was clear.
“You actually diverted to Paris?” I asked, then mouthed the name Jake Drum to Ryan.
“No big deal. Instead of driving to Toronto and catching a flight to Tel Aviv, I’m connecting through Charles de Gaulle.”
“The skeleton’s that important?”
“It could be huge.”
“What have you learned?”
Ryan partially unwrapped my burger and handed it to me. I took a one-handed bite.
“My hunch was right,” Jake said. “A Masada skeleton arrived at the Musee de l’Homme in November of 1963. I located a specimen file and an accession number.”
“Go on.”
“What are you eating?”
“Whopper.”
“Fast food is sacrilege in a city like Montreal.”
“It’s fast.”
“The gastronomic slippery slope.”
I compounded the blasphemy with a sip of Diet Coke.
“Are the bones still there?”
“No.” Jake sounded frustrated.
“No?”
I went for more Whopper. Ketchup dribbled my chin. Ryan blotted it with a napkin.
“I found a woman named Marie-Nicole Varin who helped inventory collections in the early seventies. Varin recalls coming across a Masada skeleton. But it’s not at the museum now. We searched everywhere.”
“No one’s seen it since the seventies?”
“No.”
“Aren’t records kept on the movement of every specimen?”
“Should be. The rest of that file’s missing.”
“What’s the museum’s explanation?”
“C’est la vie. Few of the current staff were here back then. Varin did the inventory with a graduate student named Yossi Lerner. She thinks Lerner may still be in Paris. And here’s an interesting twist. Varin thinks Lerner’s either American or Canadian.”
That stopped the Whopper midway to my mouth.
“I’m trying to track him down.”
“Bonne chance,”I said.
“I’ll need more than luck.”
I told Ryan what Jake had said.
He listened without comment.
We finished our fries.
Back on Van Horne, we watched a man in a long black coat, black hat, knickers, and pale stockings pass a kid in jeans and a Blue Jays jacket.
“Shabbat’s coming on fast,” I said.
“Probably won’t increase the warmth of our welcome in these parts.”
“Probably won’t.”
“Ever done surveillance?”
I shook my head.
“Gets the blood pumping,” Ryan said.
“So I’ve heard,” I said.
“Miriam might go out.”
“Leaving Dora alone.”
“I’ve yet to speak to Dora alone.”
“We could pick up flowers,” I suggested.
We hit a florist and were back at the Ferris duplex forty minutes after leaving it.
An hour later Miriam walked out Dora’s front door.
9
DORA ANSWERED ON THE SECOND RING. IN THE BRIGHT SUNLIGHT, her wrinkled skin looked almost translucent.
Ryan reintroduced us.
