of the ones she identified here. She said that may change when she gets back to look at them more thoroughly.”
“Find anything in the screens?” asked Diane.
“A quarter, bone fragments. Mostly just rocks. But this is what we wanted to show you.” Jonas led her to the other side of the pit where the two women, Miriam and Ellen, were working.
Diane stooped down and examined the excavation. “Well, finally, there it is.”
Chapter 33
Standing out in bold relief, covering two grid units, was a member of the Canidae family. Diane guessed a wolf, judging from the size and low slope of the forehead. And there, peeking through a thin layer of soil underlying the thorax of the wolf, were the ribs and vertebrae of a human. What was so clear about the juxtaposition was the difference between the large arc of the quadrupedal wolf ribs and tightly arced bipedal human ribs-the difference of carrying organs in a horizontal as opposed to a vertical position. But the extraordinary thing was the roots of the sapling that wove down through the wolf and human ribs, supplying at least one end of a time frame.
Someone had dumped the body and covered it with a thin layer of dirt. The Abercrombies tossed the wolf carcass on top of that soon afterward. Sometime later, the seedling began to grow up through the human and wolf bones. Age the tree and they would know the minimum amount of time the bones had been there. Maybe the information would be corroborated by Abercrombie’s records.
“Aren’t we lucky?” said Diane. “We know the skeletons have been here at least as long as the sapling. Let’s put some more excavators here, and I’ll want a cross-section of the tree trunk.”
She looked for any signs of the skull but saw none. Sometimes skulls are a problem. Being essentially round, they have a tendency to roll away from the torso when the last vestige of flesh lets go. If the body had been buried haphazardly or had been laid over a pile of other carcasses, the skull could have rolled to another location or even dropped to a deeper layer down through cavities made as the carcasses decomposed.
“Very well done,” she told them.
“We thought you’d be pleased,” said Jonas.
“Have you seen any signs of buttons, zippers, shoe grommets, leather, rubber, textiles-anything?”
“No,” answered Ellen. “As far as I can see, he or she was dumped without his or her clothes.”
“Too bad. I was hoping for a driver’s license.”
“Aren’t wolves protected or something?” said Miriam, dusting away a layer of dirt from the shoulder girdle.
“Some places,” said Diane.
“First the bear, and now this wolf,” said Miriam. “I really like the Abercrombies, but. .”
“We don’t know the circumstances of his presence here. For now, let’s just be forgiving of what we find. It’s my understanding that since Whit started helping in his father’s business, he’s gotten more strict with his clients. The wolf could be roadkill, after all.”
“No,” said Ellen. “This isn’t roadkill.” She pointed to a bullet hole in the scapula.
“I was hoping,” said Diane, taking her trowel and starting to work on the human skeleton. “I know this may be going a little fast for your comfort, but I need to get this guy identified.”
“We can do this,” said Jonas. “Have you rested at all since you were released from the hospital?”
“I’ll rest when this is over.”
“I don’t think it works like that,” said Jonas.
“Give it up,” said Diane. “By the way, I moved my bishop to queen three.”
“I thought you would. Can you remember a king-side castle when you get back to the museum?”
“Sure. Maybe we should just play this game with each other in our heads.”
“I couldn’t do that when I was young,” said Jonas. “I’m keeping track of the moves in my notebook.” He pointed to his back pocket.
Diane tried out her chess analogy on Jonas as the other excavators listened in. “I think getting Star convicted is the game. Frank was attacked because he was protecting her.”
“Like a king’s pawn.” Jonas nodded.
“With him gone, her position is very vulnerable.”
“I thought it was a robbery?” said Ellen.
Diane told them about little Tamika Stillwood, the fake dreadlocks and whatever suspicious thing she saw in his movement.
“I don’t know exactly what she meant, but she’s a very observant little girl.”
“Little kids are like that,” said Miriam. “They’re like dogs that way. Any change in their environment, they notice. I miss a line from my daughter’s favorite story and she gets indignant.”
“And they hear everything,” said Ellen.
“That certainly puts a different light on things,” said Jonas. “What do the police say?”
“They interviewed Korey because he has dreadlocks.”
Jonas dropped his trowel. “They didn’t?”
“As you can imagine, he was upset about it.”
“They aren’t going to hassle him, are they?”
“No. Fortunately, he was at the museum with half his staff, working, at the time. But the whole idea. .” Diane stopped and scrutinized the wolf skeleton, running her fingers along a rib.
“He was found shot by a forest ranger,” she said.
Miriam, Ellen and Jonas looked back and forth from the bones to Diane to each other.
“Just how do you know that?” said Jonas.
“This is the wolf whose skin is stuffed and mounted in one of our faunal exhibits. A ranger friend of Milo’s found it and kept it frozen while he was looking for the poacher. At some point he gave it to Milo for the museum. We have the bullet with the display and a video about dangers to wild animals.”
“Whew,” exclaimed Ellen. “I was going to ask if you teach classes. I’d sure like to be able to read bones like that.”
Diane smiled at her. “It just occurred to me.”
“I think this guy ought to be reassembled and exhibited beside his stuffed self,” said Jonas. “Bullet hole and all.”
“I agree,” said Diane.
They lapsed into silence, and there was no sound but the clinking of tools against soil. Digging graves. Dreadful business. The Odells were right. She was a grave digger. A pain in Diane’s lower back reminded her that she needed to drink more water. She took a long sip and continued working, for just a foot away from the ribs of the wolf she had uncovered the human pelvis-besides the skull, one of the most important sets of bones to find.
She swept away the dirt from the large flat bones that had collapsed into the dirt. She ran her fingers along the bone looking at the details; no ventral arc, narrow sciatic notch, narrow subpubic angle-classic male. She took a brush and cleaned the pubic symphysis, studying the remodeling of the bone, looking for a sign of the age-when she caught sight of what looked like a healed lesion. She’d seen similar bone formations resulting from inflammation, but mostly in women who had just borne a child.
“Let’s photograph and take up the wolf,” she said. “I’d like to take the human skeleton with me.”
“I have a scapula over here,” said one of the male crew members. Diane tried to remember his name- something long or not easy on the tongue. Raedwald, that was it. The scapula was three grids away from the main part of the skeleton.
“This is in bad condition.”
