“What are you discussing?” Miriam’s gaze stayed on Ryan as though Dora hadn’t spoken.
“Euripides,” Ryan said.
“Is that supposed to be humorous, Detective?”
“Yossi Lerner.”
I watched Miriam carefully. If I expected a reaction, there was none.
“Who’s Yossi Lerner?”
“A friend of your husband’s.”
“I don’t know him.”
“A school friend.”
“That would be before my time.”
I looked at Dora. The old woman’s gaze had gone fuzzy, as though she were viewing memories outside the room.
“Why are you asking about this man? This Yossi Lerner?” Miriam pulled off her gloves.
“His name came up.”
“In your investigation?” The violet eyes showed the slightest surprise.
“Yes.”
“In what context?”
Outside, I heard thebeep beep of a car alarm. Dora didn’t stir.
Ryan looked at me. I nodded.
Ryan told Miriam about Kessler and his photo.
Miriam’s face registered nothing as she listened. It was impossible to guess her interest or emotions.
“Is there a link between this skeleton and my husband’s death?”
“Straight or sugar-coated?”
“Straight.”
Ryan raised digits as he ticked off points.
“A man is murdered. A guy produces a photo, claims the skeleton in that photo is the reason for the shooting. That guy is now missing.”
Ryan’s pinky joined the others.
“There’s evidence the skeleton in the photo came from Masada.”
Thumb.
“The victim dealt in Israeli antiquities.”
Ryan started over with his index finger.
“The skeleton was once in the possession of one Yossi Lerner. The victim was once pals with one Yossi Lerner.”
“The other was a priest.”
We all turned to Dora.
She spoke to the air.
“The other boy was a priest,” she repeated. “But he was later. Or was he?”
“What other boy?” I asked gently.
“Avram had two friends. Yossi, and then later this other boy.” Dora tapped a fist to her chin. “He was a priest. He surely was.”
Miriam crossed to her mother-in-law, but did not reach out to her.
I was reminded of the scene in the morgue family room. The women had been side by side but distant. They had not touched. They had not embraced. The younger had not shared her strength with the older. The older had not sought comfort from the younger.
“They were very close,” Dora went on.
“Your son and his friends?” I encouraged.
Dora smiled the first smile I’d seen on her face. “Such inquisitive minds. Always reading. Always questioning. Arguing. All night, some times.”
“What was the priest’s name?” I asked.
Dora gave a tight shake of her head.
“He was from the Beauce. I remember that. He called uszayde andbubbe. ”
“Where did your son meet this priest?”
“ Yeshiva University.”
“In New York?”
Dora nodded. “Avram and Yossi had just graduated from McGill. Avram was much more spiritual back then. He was studying to be a rabbi. This priest was taking courses in Near Eastern religions, or some such thing. They were drawn to each other, being the only Canadians, I suppose.”
Dora’s eyes drifted.
“Was he a priest then?” she said more to herself than to us. “Or did he become a priest later?” Dora’s fingers tightened. Her hand trembled. “Oh, dear. Oh, my.”
Miriam stepped toward Ryan.
“Detective, I really must object.”
Ryan caught my eye. We both rose.
Miriam sent Ryan off with a carbon copy of her earlier adieu.
“Find who did this, Detective, but please don’t upset my mother-in-law when she is alone.”
“First, she seemed more in reverie than upset. Second, I can’t have such limits on my investigation. But we will attempt to be kind.”
Nothing for me.
Back in the car Ryan wondered why I’d asked about Lerner.
“I haven’t a clue,” I said.
“Good impulse,” he said.
“Good impulse,” I agreed.
We also agreed that Lerner deserved follow-up.
While Ryan drove, I listened to my messages.
Three.
All from Jake Drum.
I’ve got contact information for Yossi Lerner. Call me.
I’ve talked to Yossi Lerner. Call me.
Amazing news. Call me.
Each “call me” was more agitated than the one before.
I told Ryan.
“Call the man,” he said.
“You think?”
“Yes. I want more on Lerner.”
“I’m anxious to hear what Jake’s learned, but I’ll be home shortly. I’d rather wait and talk on a land line. Mobile to mobile is worse than phoning Zambia.”
“Have you phoned Zambia?”
“I can never get through.”
Ten minutes later, Ryan dropped me at my condo.
“I’ve got a stakeout this weekend, and I’m already late.” He took my chin in his hands and thumbed my cheeks. “Stay on this Lerner thing. Let me know what Jake’s got.”
“Heart-thumping surveillance,” I said.
“You know what I’d rather surveil,” he said.
“I’m not sure that’s a word.”
Ryan kissed me.
“I’ll owe you,” he said.
“I’ll collect,” I said.
Ryan headed back to Wilfrid Derome. I headed inside.
