‘‘Yes, I do,’’ she said. ‘‘See if Neva and David would like to join us. I haven’t asked David if he found anything more about the artifacts.’’
‘‘Maybe Arachnid could be modified to look for stuff like that too,’’ said Jin. ‘‘What do you think?’’
‘‘You can bring it up with David,’’ she said. ‘‘I’ll meet you at the restaurant. I need to call Garnett first.’’
Chapter 42
Garnett was in his office and Diane was put through immediately.
‘‘What’s up?’’ he said. He sounded busy.
‘‘Just updating you with some information,’’ she said. ‘‘I can call back if this isn’t convenient.’’
‘‘No, this is fine. Just doing a little paperwork. One of the necessary evils of this job,’’ he said. ‘‘But I really hate it.’’
Diane filled him in on everything they had discovered about Clymene. ‘‘I know this is in the marshals’ jurisdiction, but I just thought you would like to know the latest,’’ she said.
‘‘That’s quite a bit of information your team’s dug up,’’ he said. ‘‘My detectives here didn’t have any luck finding anything about her. Of course by that time she was already in the system and the DA had other murders to solve. I’d be interested to see how you did it,’’ he said.
‘‘A lot of luck.’’
Here she was, fibbing again to protect David’s project. She told Garnett about the lawyer who called to scold her about e-mailing the Listserv and finding said lawyer in a picture with Clymene in one of her other lives.
‘‘Of course, I’m assuming it’s Clymene. It could be one of her sisters. At least we have some names and people to talk to. That’s more leads for the marshals.’’
Garnet was silent and Diane could hear paper rustling.
‘‘So, if it is Clymene,’’ he said after a moment, ‘‘she’s probably been doing this a long time. That was what? Ten years ago? No telling how many bodies she’s racked up.’’
‘‘She probably started before ten years ago,’’ said Diane. She told him about Colonel Kade and his mission to find missing children. ‘‘He searched for Clymene on Internet porn sites—making adjustments for a younger age.’’ She described what Alex Kade found.
‘‘You’re having quite a bit of luck,’’ he said. ‘‘Of course, you have a lot of resources we don’t have here. I’ll remember this next time we have a missing person.’’
‘‘My staff is very talented and creative,’’ said Diane. ‘‘I’m very proud of them.’’
‘‘That stuff Jin did with the blood analysis was pretty good. The mayor and the commissioner were very impressed,’’ said Garnett. ‘‘They like having a DNA lab.’’
Diane wondered if they realized the DNA lab, like her osteology lab, was part of the museum and not owned by the city. They should know it, since they didn’t pay for it. But they sometimes forgot trivial details like that and took a proprietary attitude toward anything in the west wing.
‘‘His analysis was impressive,’’ said Diane. So was his presentation, she thought. ‘‘I’m glad the marshals got a look at what we can do.’’
‘‘My bosses liked that idea too. They have aspirations of being Atlanta, but I guess you know that.’’ He laughed. ‘‘You using some of that face recognition software?’’ he asked. ‘‘They particularly wanted to know about that. Seems the commissioner saw it on television the other night.’’
Diane rolled her eyes. Television had a lot to answer for. ‘‘We’re searching the national and international databases. So far we’ve come up empty on those. What I’m hoping is that another estate attorney will contact us.’’
Diane updated Garnett on the findings in apartment 1-D and finally about the hairs from her attacker matching the blood on the money wrappers.
‘‘What money?’’ he asked.
‘‘I didn’t tell you about the money?’’ said Diane. ‘‘Right, I told Agent Jacobs. You know, between you, two marshals, and two FBI agents, I’m having trouble keeping track of who knows what and who has jurisdiction over what, not to mention who is investigating what.’’
‘‘You are getting a lot of law enforcement attention lately. The mayor was a little upset over the item in the paper about the museum and those . . . looted antiquities, I think is what it said.’’
‘‘Did you tell him he doesn’t have a dog in that fight?’’ said Diane.
‘‘The problem with the mayor is he thinks all dogs are his,’’ said Garnett. He chuckled. ‘‘Jacobs, now, he’s investigating that thing about the artifacts, right?’’ said Garnett.
‘‘Yes,’’ said Diane.
‘‘And he thinks Clymene has something to do with it?’’
Diane could hear the confusion in his voice. Nothing they had discovered pointed to that.
‘‘Just an angle he’s looking at,’’ said Diane. ‘‘Clymene does know something about archaeology and might have the contacts to mess with the museum. There’s no evidence of that whatsoever. So far everything’s a dead end in that investigation.’’
‘‘So, what about the money?’’ he asked.
Diane told him about receiving a padded envelope filled with packets of one-hundred-dollar bills.
‘‘So the guy’s attacking you and sending you money. He sounds conflicted.’’
Diane smiled. ‘‘He does, doesn’t he? I have no idea what the attacks or the money are about, but we’re
