now.’’
‘‘We who?’’ said her sister. ‘‘Ray has a will, and I know he wouldn’t leave anything to you. It’s not like you and he were friends.’’ Katherine turned to Diane. ‘‘I am sorry to be airing our dirty linen in front of you, a perfect stranger, but at least you don’t have to live with her.’’
Diane was beginning to regret telling Garnett that it was all right to store the baseball collection at the museum.
‘‘One thing I don’t understand,’’ said Katherine. ‘‘Why did the museum work Raymond’s crime scene?’’
Diane started to explain when a tall middle-aged black man stepped forward and spoke to the family.
‘‘Excuse me. I’m Russell Keating, Raymond’s attor ney. I have his will. You should have gotten a letter from me. We’ll be meeting tomorrow in my office.’’ He turned to Diane. ‘‘I think, right now, a museum is a good place to hold his collection. I understand you have it in an environmentally controlled room.’’
‘‘Yes, we do.’’
‘‘Humph,’’ said Elisabeth. ‘‘We have airconditioning.’’
Katherine lowered her head. ‘‘Please, Momma, tell me I don’t have the same DNA as this woman.’’
‘‘Kathy, I’m getting really tired of your snide little comments,’’ said Elisabeth.
‘‘We can clear all this up tomorrow,’’ said Keating. ‘‘In my office at ten A.M.’’
Diane gave her condolences to the rest of the family and walked with Lynn Webber to her car.
‘‘Well, they’re a pair,’’ said Lynn. ‘‘I’ve never seen twins who look so much alike and are so different. Raymond told me a little about them. He liked Kathy, couldn’t stand Elisa.’’ Lynn stopped at her car and opened the door. ‘‘I’m glad I’m not going to be at the reading of the will. He told me he wanted the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum in Kansas City to have his collection.’’
‘‘You’re right. I’m glad to be missing that too. I have an appointment at the hospital in about thirty minutes to have a CT scan done on our mummy. Would you like to attend?’’
Lynn stared at her for a long moment. ‘‘A mummy? Oh yes, you told us about him.’’
‘‘We inherited him. We don’t have any provenance on him, but we’re all excited just the same—hoping he doesn’t turn out to be a fake.’’
‘‘That’d be interesting.’’ Her eyes misted over. ‘‘That’s the kind of thing Raymond would have just loved. He’d have had me and him front row seats before you even knew you had a scheduled date. I am sure going to miss him.’’
As Diane spoke with Lynn, she caught sight of Garnett and Kingsley as they got in Garnett’s car to leave. She wondered if Kingsley got any information of im portance from the gathering.
Garnett reached for his cell in his breast pocket and put it to his ear. She felt her phone vibrating in her purse. She took it out and looked at the display. It was David.
Chapter 31
Diane said good-bye to Lynn Webber and headed toward her car a few feet away, punching up David’s cell number as she walked.
‘‘What’s up?’’ she asked.
‘‘We have another murder.’’
‘‘Anyone we know?’’ Diane was half joking, half
expecting it to be Steven Mayberry.
‘‘It’s Kacie Beck.’’
Diane was stunned. ‘‘Kacie? I just spoke with her.’’ ‘‘I’m on the way to work the scene. Neva’s with me.
The two of us can do it. Don’t you have an appoint ment at the hospital for the mummy’s CT scan?’’ ‘‘Yes, but...’’
‘‘You go on with that. Give us a head start on the crime scene. Maybe we’ll know something by the time you get there.’’
‘‘Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I finish at the hospi tal. David, she was wearing a diamond engagement ring when I saw her. Look for it.’’
‘‘Will do.’’
Diane got in her borrowed car and sat there for a moment before starting the ignition.
The caller had her believing he was a serial killer. Run-of-the-mill killers usually don’t try to engage the crime lab director in dialogue. But Diane had a sense that there was something more to it than just a crazy person.
When she arrived at
Korey was already there
the radiology department, with Jonas, waiting in the hallway with the mummy. Korey leaned against the wall, and Jonas sat on a chair that he apparently dragged from an adjacent waiting room. Next to the wall on a gurney was the mummy, strapped to a board by several layers of plastic wrap that enveloped him from head to foot.
‘‘I imagine you caused a stir bringing him in,’’ said Diane
‘‘We did indeed,’’ said Jonas. ‘‘Everyone here is quite excited.’’
‘‘So, this is your mummy.’’ Lynn Webber arrived, changed from her dark dress to a white lab coat and slacks. ‘‘I’ve never seen one up close.’’ She stood over the gurney and scrutinized him. ‘‘Nice clothes. I like these plastic
