“The site is filled with animal bones. I was thinking that if I could match the taxidermist’s records with the animal bones above and below the human remains, it might help establish the approximate time of death. I’d like you to identify some of the animal bones.”
“Sure. If you’ve found a clavicle and astragalus, aren’t the bones probably pretty much comingled?”
“I’m sure there’s a lot of mixing, but I’m hoping enough stayed in place to give me a lead.”
“Do you need me to come to your site?”
“It would help, but I don’t want to take you away from your research.”
“I can manage a few days. This sounds rather interesting.”
Diane thanked Sylvia and left for her own office. In the hallway outside Andie’s office, she was surprised to run into Frank’s ex-wife. Cindy had her blond hair pulled back into a loose twist and was dressed casually, with little makeup.
“Hi. I was just looking for your office.”
“Good to see you again. I hope you and your husband had a good time at the reception.”
“It was great. We really appreciated your invitation.”
Diane directed her through Andie’s office into hers and offered her a seat. “What brings you to the museum today?” She wondered if she sounded too harsh. She hadn’t meant to, but she thought she knew why Cindy was there, and she was growing weary of the pressure.
“I thought it would be more polite to invite you to dinner in person than through Frank. Men often get things muddled.”
“Thank you for your offer. I would like to come, but I’ve had something come up that’s going to take me away from the museum most of the time for a while, so I’m not making any plans.”
Cindy shifted in her seat and gave Diane a wan smile. “I understand. But you have to eat.”
It occurred to Diane that Cindy herself must be under a lot of pressure from her husband for her to be here doing something that so obviously made her uncomfortable.
“I’ll probably be eating here at the museum in the evenings. I’ll be putting in overtime, since I’ll be gone during the day.”
“Of course. Perhaps next week, then.”
“Perhaps, but I’m doing something that will take quite a while.”
She hated to sound so cryptic, especially since it made her sound like she was lying.
“Something rather important has come up and I have to attend to it.” She got out her calendar. “How about next month? Saturdays are usually good for me.”
Cindy’s face hardened. “That will be too late.”
Diane cocked an eyebrow. “Too late?”
“Look, Diane, I’m really no good at this, so I’ll be blunt. I’m sure you’ve guessed anyway. David wants to talk to you about the museum. This. . this. . ”-she searched for words-“opportunity has come his way. It means quite a sum of money. It could pay for Kevin’s college education and then some.”
“He’s been approached by Mark Grayson.”
“More likely, he approached Mark Grayson.” There was such bitterness in her voice that Diane suspected they had had harsh words over it. “He tells me there are plenty of great places for the museum other than this building. I’ve been in the rooms here. None are filled. You could house the entire contents in a much smaller, more modern building.”
“I know what the argument is. It’s the one Mark’s been telling everyone, and it’s wrong. Do you know why Mark is so keen on this?”
Cindy shrugged her thin shoulders. “Something to do with Japan-hotels and golf courses. Mark wants to purchase the building and land through another company and sell it. That’s about all I know. He promised David a substantial commission if he could influence you.”
Cindy looked away. Her eyes rested on a photograph of a stalagmite-and-stalactite formation, but Diane doubted she was seeing it. When she brought her head around again, her soft brown eyes were now as hard as flint.
“This is just a job for you. There’s nothing you lose by agreeing to sell, and there is everything to be gained for other people-for us, for Kevin. If you had children, you would understand. You do things for your children. If you care about Frank, you should care about his child.”
Cindy Reynolds’ face suddenly transformed from hard and angry to startled and frightened. Diane realized her own anger must have taken over her face as well as her pounding heart.
“Mrs. Reynolds, I did have a child.” She clutched the locket around her neck. “She’s now dead. Murdered by a man who was willing to kill thousands just to get what he wanted. I am weary and sick of men who think that what they want is more important than anything else in the world. I am singularly unsympathetic to people who are collaborators with that kind of man. If you indeed are a good mother, you won’t use your son to get what your husband and Mark Grayson want.”
Cindy gripped the arms of the chair and stood on shaky legs. “I. . didn’t know. Frank never said anything.” She paused, apparently searching for words. “David doesn’t know I came here. I hope you will not mention it to him, please.”
“I don’t have any reason to ever speak with your husband.”
“Thanks. . I. . I can see my way out.” Cindy left through Andie’s office, looking defeated. Diane followed, watching her go out the door.
Andie sat, wide-eyed, at her desk. “Diane, are you all right?”
“I suppose you heard our conversation.”
“I didn’t mean to, but yes. I didn’t know. . ”
Diane took off her locket and opened it. On one side there was a miniature of the photograph of her and her daughter. On the other was a small picture of Ariel’s dimpled pixie face. She handed it to Andie.
“This is my daughter, Ariel. She died a little over a year ago.”
Andie looked at the photograph with tears in her eyes. “She was a pretty little girl. Look at all that black hair.”
“Yes, she was.” Diane took the locket and put it back around her neck. “I would have told you about her, but it’s been hard to talk about.”
“I can understand that. I’m so sorry.” Andie took a Kleenex from her drawer and blew her nose. “I don’t understand why Grayson is so set on selling the museum. What’s that about?”
“Money, apparently.” Diane shrugged. “I have a feeling something else is going on, but I have no idea what it is.” She started for her office, but turned back to Andie. “Do you remember me asking you at the party if you knew who asked for the ‘Hall of the Mountain King’?”
Andie thought for a second. “Yeah, I remember. . It wasn’t on the playlist, you said.”
“No, it wasn’t. Someone left a note for the quartet and signed my name. That piece of music was Ariel’s favorite. She played it all the time on a CD player I gave her.”
Andie’s eyes widened again. “Oh, no. You think someone. .? That’s mean.”
“Yes, it is. It could’ve been a coincidence.”
“But what a coincidence. You want me to try and find out who did it?”
“How?”
“I can kind of ask around. See if anybody saw someone leave a note. I can be discreet.”
“Don’t go out of your way, but if there is an opportunity. .”
“Sure. I’m really sorry about your daughter. That’s so sad.”
“I was hoping to raise her here, occasionally bring her to the museum. I was thinking about asking Milo if we could put in a staff day-care center.” She forced her mind away from that lost possibility. “It’s why I quit forensic
