pressed on. ‘‘If he’s the same person who’s been call
ing you, Boss, then that makes for a very interesting
problem.’’
‘‘How’s that?’’ asked Garnett.
‘‘Because,’’ said Diane, ‘‘the person who’s been call
ing me said he was inspired by the television
interview—that was shown before Chris Edwards
died.’’
Garnett looked surprised again and fell silent.
‘‘Okay,’’ he said. ‘‘He was contemplating killing some
one, picked out Edwards from the interview to kill,
and you to call and chat about it.’’
Diane was tempted to laugh, but she could see Garnett was serious.
‘‘You need to give this information to the profiler,’’
she said. ‘‘He’ll need it before he gets too far into his
analysis. And I have an idea. See if the university has
someone in the linguistics department who specializes
in recognizing accents and dialects. We have the caller
on tape. Maybe we can place where he grew up.’’ ‘‘That’s an idea. What department would I call?’’ ‘‘Anthropology and English. They both teach lin
guistics. I’ll ask my archaeologist if he knows anyone.
You also might try someone in speech. Sometimes
they have someone with that skill.’’
‘‘That’s a good idea.’’
‘‘It’s about time for some of the chemical analysis
on the bones and the toxicology reports from the au
topsies to come back. That could give us a lot of
information.’’
‘‘We’ve finished here.’’ David and Neva came from
the bedroom, carrying an armload of evidence bags. ‘‘Find anything useful?’’ asked Garnett.
‘‘Won’t know until we get back to the lab,’’ said
David. ‘‘By the way, I’m sending you and Sheriff Braden a copy of my report on the insects. Diane was
dead-on about the time of death for Cobber’s Wood.
Twenty-one days before they were found. My insects
don’t lie.’’
Garnett nodded. ‘‘Well, Dr. Webber will be sorry
to hear that. I guess you know she pitched a fit when
you disagreed with her.’’ Apparently, Garnett didn’t
like women who pitched fits.
‘‘I got a call from her myself,’’ said Diane. ‘‘I need to go talk to Ross Kingsley,’’ said Garnett.
‘‘When you have time, come by my office. I need to
talk to you about something.’’
Diane looked at her watch. ‘‘How late will you be
there?’’
‘‘Late. Just call my cell.’’ He went out the door and
to his car.
‘‘How’d the mummy thing go?’’ asked Jin, removing
his cap and gloves outside the door with Diane, David
and Neva.
‘‘I’m going to keep the crime scene seal on,’’ said
