One Grave Too Many

held out her hand. “Congratulations.”

Chanell took her hand and shook it. “Oh, thank you, Dr. Fallon. I’ll do a really good job for you. I will.”

“I’m sure you will. You can start today.”

As she was congratulating Chanell, Diane heard Leonard Starns in Andie’s office through the crack in the partially open door.

“Payroll called and said I had to pick up my check from you.”

“Yes,” said Andie. “This way.” She led him into Diane’s office.

“How you doing, Leonard?” said Chanell.

He looked from Diane to Chanell. “What’s this about?”

Diane picked up the envelope with his check in it. “I’ve just made Chanell head of security. One of the things she’ll be investigating is who’s been forging my name to order over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars worth of supplies and exhibits.”

Andie and Chanell were both completely caught off guard. But not Leonard. He stood, stiff and frowning, in front of Diane’s desk.

“Was anything actually stolen?” he managed to say.

“An attempt was made to steal over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars from the museum through fraudulent purchases. That carries with it more impact than simple mischief. I intervened in the middle of one attempt and prevented it. I suspect the purpose was actually to deprive me of my job.”

“Do you have my paycheck?” Leonard’s lower lip stuck out like he was about to pout. Diane smiled. “You think that’s funny?” he said. Leonard was becoming belligerent.

“Considering I was paying you to guard the place, yes, I do. Were you also involved in the break-in of the conservation lab?”

“You can’t prove anything.”

“I just sent a set of fingerprints off to the crime lab.”

Leonard grinned broadly. “You can’t prove anything.”

To Diane, that was like an admission of guilt. But, unfortunately, an inadmissible one. She opened a drawer to her desk and pulled out a pair of surgical gloves and pulled one on over her hand and held it up.

“What I think, Mr. Starns, is that you made those fake orders, and you did it for your son, who works for Mark Grayson. Were you helping him get some brownie points?”

Leonard’s attention was focused on the gloved hand.

“I think you were involved in the break-in,” said Diane. “You used the master key to let whoever it was in. If you were alone, you wouldn’t have bothered to wear these gloves. You could just say you were checking things out if we found your prints. Was it your son?”

“You can’t prove anything.” He was sounding like he was caught in a loop.

“Did you know that this kind of glove fits so tight it can leave fingerprints through the latex? I lifted some from the break-in, didn’t I, Chanell?”

“She sure did. Nice clear prints too.”

Leonard’s smug expression started to collapse.

“If your son’s prints are anywhere on file and there’s a match, I will prosecute, vigorously.”

“You think this place is so important. It’s just a collection from somebody’s attic. There’s other things more important, and you’re too stubborn to see it.”

That was quite a long speech for Leonard. And another bit of admission.

“Like the bonus your son would get if he brings Mark Grayson my head on a platter?”

Diane could see the uncertainty in him. The snide facade was cracking under the gentlest pressure she was putting on him. She could almost read his thoughts in his eyes as his gaze darted from one point in the room to another. Indecision-say something to defend his son, or stay quiet until he could get advice? Leonard was a follower, not a leader, and she suspected it was his son who was doing the leading.

“You going to give me my paycheck?”

“Yes, Leonard, I am. We’ll just see what happens when the report on the prints gets back. Don’t think for a minute I won’t follow through.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to know why the conservation lab was broken into.”

“You’ll have to ask Mrs. Grayson.”

“Signy Grayson?”

“You’ll have to ask her. I don’t know anything and neither does my son.”

“How about the attempted break-in at the faunal lab last night?” asked Chanell.

This time Diane was caught by surprise. So, it seemed, was Leonard.

“What? You can’t pin that one on me or my son. I don’t know anything about that-I don’t. Maybe Mrs. Grayson knows about that too.”

“Would you mind holding out your hands and arms so that I can see them?” Diane said.

“What?” Leonard pulled his hands to him reflexively and seemed to step back on his heels.

“Whoever attacked me three nights ago received considerable damage to his hands and his arms. Could I see yours, please?”

Leonard pulled up his shirtsleeves and held his hands out before her, turning them palms-down and then palms-up for her to see. “I didn’t have nothin’ to do with no attack on you.”

He had no swollen fingers, and there were no bruises or bite marks on his arms that would be on her attacker. Diane handed him the check.

“Chanell, I want you to start changing all the locks in the museum.” She spoke to Chanell, but she didn’t take her eyes off Leonard Starns. He turned abruptly and left the room.

“I know it’s going to be a big task,” she said. “But I’m sure he made copies of the keys. From now on, I want you to work up a plan to coordinate the night security with the custodians. But get your paperwork done first. You want your paycheck to reflect your new job.”

“Sure will. I’ll get to everything right now. You want me to see about the faunal lab, too?”

“Tell me about the faunal lab.”

“We had someone try to break in. Bernie scared him off.”

“Bernie?” said Andie. “I’d have thought they would have scared him off.”

“Bernie’s not as wimpish as he looks. He’s just scared of the primate skeletons and the snakes.”

“You have any idea who it was?”

“He didn’t get a look at him. He knocked Bernie down and started to kick him. Bernie pulled his gun, and whoever it was ran off. Bernie said he was dressed in black and had a ski mask.”

“Was he white or black?”

“Bernie said he was white.”

“Did you call the police?”

“Sure. They took our statement and said they’d get back to us. Me and Bernie’s holding our breath. We were going to call you, and I. .” She hesitated. “We handled it, and you were already handling so much, I just thought I wouldn’t disturb your sleep since I was coming in to see you this morning anyway.”

“Looks like you and Bernie had everything under control. Call one of the temporary security companies and get some extra people for the night shift.”

“OK.”

“I’ve given you a lot of work for your first day as the new head of security.”

“You won’t be disappointed.” Chanell left smiling.

Andie stood in Diane’s office with her hands on her hips. “I feel as though there’s a lot of stuff going on in the museum that I don’t know about.”

“There’s stuff going on here that I don’t know,” said Diane. “But I’m going to find out. Send a message to all the departments telling them that no one is to be working alone. And if anyone wants me, give me a call on my cell.”

Diane ran up the stairs and stopped midway when a sharp pain shot through her lower back. It was acute enough to deliver a wave of nausea. “Shit,” she said and tried to remember if she’d been drinking enough liquids, or too much. Probably not enough rest. She waited until the pain subsided and continued up to the lab at a slower