it. Also about the amulets. They said we’re going to
do a three-D reconstruction of the face?’’
‘‘Yes, Neva Hurley will be doing it.’’
‘‘This is going to be so nice. Dr. Fallon, I had this
idea. I’ve been looking at Egyptian stuff and what
their houses looked like with that adobe-looking wall
around the front yard and all, and I thought it would
be fun if we could re-create one in the museum. If we
can’t do a life-sized one, maybe a miniature city.’’ ‘‘Andie, I think that’s a great idea. Tell Jonas about
it tomorrow.’’
‘‘See? Indispensability—that’s who I am. See you
tomorrow.’’
Diane envied all her staff who were going home.
She sat down at her desk to have a look at her mail
and remembered that she was supposed to be having
dinner with Frank tonight. She looked at her watch.
He wouldn’t be getting home from Atlanta for an
other hour. She’d have time to go see what the heck
Garnett wanted, then go to Frank’s.
She gave her mail a brief look. Most of it was things
that Andie could take care of—or already had taken
care of. She looked at her E-mail and responded to
messages from two of her curators.
Her final message was one line, no signature. I
THINK WE SHOULD MEET.
A chill ran through her. She stared at the message
for several moments and realized that she was holding
her breath. She exhaled and started to type a re
sponse, and stopped. What would she say? What did
he want? To give up? She didn’t respond. Maybe she
and Garnett could set something up.
voice said,
She shut down her computer and headed out the
door. The candy apple red Ford Explorer was parked
in front of the museum. It was indeed very red. Hard
to miss. She got in and drove to the police department,
calling Garnett on the way to tell him she was coming. She showed her identification to the policeman at
the duty desk. Of the four policemen who were there,
all of them smirked at her. Even the sergeant on duty
was trying hard to make his face an objective mask.
One of these days, she’d have to sit them down and
ask what the hell their problem was.
In the detective’s squad room she was met with
more amused stares and half heard a comment that
someone would like to be a fly on that wall. Great,
Kingsley probably profiled her out to be an axemurdering maniac. She knocked on Garnett’s door.
Chapter 34
Garnett rose from behind his desk as Diane entered his office. ‘‘Diane. Please sit down.’’ He motioned toward his conference table as he pulled out a chair and sat down. Diane pulled up one of his chairs and sat down opposite.
