Jonas chuckled. “For our game, you could resign now.”
Diane smiled and left with Korey to go up to the third-floor meeting room. In the lobby they met Mark and Signy Grayson, who both looked surprised and a little disappointed at seeing her.
“You must not have been as bad off as people have been saying,” said Mark.
“I’m very sorry to disappoint you. I’m injured but not dead. And how is your cold, Signy? I’ve been concerned about you after that strange episode after the party. I hope you’ve changed your cold medication.”
“I’m fine, thank you.” She gave a thin smile, and Diane noticed that both she and Mark eyed her closely.
“I’m going to the meeting room,” said Mark. “I’ll see you there, Diane. Glad you could make it.”
Diane watched him stride confidently to the conference room. She started to follow, but the elevator doors opened and Vanessa Van Ross stepped into the lobby.
“Mrs. Van Ross,” acknowledged Signy. “You’re looking well. I’ve seen your limousine at the hospital more than once. I feared you were ill.”
“No. I’ve just been visiting the Center for Research on Aging there at the hospital.”
“Looking into the latest research on longevity?” Signy gave her a bright smile.
“My dear, are you hoping I’ll hurry and move on to the next world and make space for you and your husband?”
“Nonsense. Why would we want that?”
“You think if I were gone, Diane would be more vulnerable-in fact, you think many of Mark’s other real estate ventures would be easier. I’ve been a thorn in his side for quite a while, opposing all those zoning changes he wants.”
“I think you’re just oversensitive. We don’t wish you ill.”
“Good, then you’ll be happy to know that not only is my mother still alive and kicking, so is my grandmother.”
“Your grandmother? That’s not possible,” said Signy.
“Yes, dear, it is. If you and Mark weren’t so self-absorbed, you’d know that my grandmother is the second oldest person in the United States. So, dear, when you’re my age I’ll probably still be alive and going to those city council meetings to oppose Mark and his self-serving projects.”
Diane and Vanessa left Signy standing openmouthed in the lobby. “The herpetologist is putting in an interesting exhibit,” she heard Korey telling Signy.
Almost everyone was in the meeting room when Diane entered. They all greeted her with surprise and sympathy. Her usual seat was vacant, and Craig and Mark had taken up their positions on either side of her.
She sat on one end; Vanessa Van Ross on the other. If it were chess, Vanessa would be the queen defending her king-the museum. She was the one who wielded the greatest power for Diane’s side. Diane wasn’t sure what she was-a pawn, perhaps. No, a knight. A good guard with power to move in creative ways.
She looked at the faces of her board members as they studied Mark’s figures.
“Good to see you,” said Kenneth. “How’s that computer working out?”
“Great,” said Diane. “I love it. I loaned it to Frank. I told him his unit should get some.”
“That’s my girl,” said Kenneth. “It’s a honey of a computer.”
Laura entered, out of breath. “Diane. I went by the hospital and they told me you’d left temporarily. Are you all right?”
“I’m doing fine. The doctor wants me to spend the night there, so I have to go back. He suspects I have internal injuries.”
“Should you be here at all?” said Harvey Phelps. “You look pale.”
“This won’t take long,” she said.
She met Gordon Atwell’s gaze. He held hers for a moment and looked back down at the figures Mark had handed out. Diane wondered if it was he or someone he told who requested “In the Hall of the Mountain King” at the reception.
“Are we all here?” she said. “Mark, I believe you have a presentation.”
He stood and cleared his throat. “I have the figures Laura asked for at the last meeting. I think the numbers speak for themselves, and the museum would indeed come out ahead making a move to the Vista Building. I’ll be glad to answer any questions.”
“Are these figures accurate?” said Harvey Phelps. “How much were the original renovations?” He looked at Diane.
Laura frowned; so did Kenneth. His numbers did look good, but Diane had no doubt he’d fudged some of them. Only Vanessa’s eyes twinkled as she fanned herself with the budget.
“I have a question,” said Diane.
“All right,” answered Mark.
“I don’t see any mention of the museum’s one hundred million dollars’ worth of assets in paintings reflected in these figures. Nor do I see how you plan to accommodate them in the new building. You know, of course, I would expect to remove them before this building is sold to your investors.”
Everyone except Vanessa and Mark looked, bewildered, at Diane. Vanessa still fanned herself. Mark had turned several shades of red.
“What’s she talking about, Mark?” Craig Amberson frowned as he looked at Mark across the table.
“A hundred million dollars?” said Gordon Atwell. “Mark, do you know what she means?”
“Well,
Madge Stewart kept flipping through the pages of the budget. “I don’t understand. There’s nothing here about paintings. Isn’t that a lot of money for paintings?”
Donald, sitting by Madge at the end of the long table, looked relieved. Diane supposed it was because in the end he’d chosen his side correctly.
“You didn’t tell them, Mark?” said Diane. “You weren’t going to share all that profit, were you?”
“Shut up, you fucking bitch,” Mark exploded, standing up, red-faced, staring down at Diane, looking like he wanted to strangle her.
Madge audibly sucked in her breath.
“Here, here,” said Kenneth. “Mark, I think you have some explaining to do.”
Diane didn’t take her eyes from Mark. “In case you were wondering, Signy wasn’t incompetent the night of the reception. She successfully slipped me the glass with the-was it Rohypnol? — but someone saw her and switched the glasses back.” She looked at the group. “That was what that strange episode was about at the last board meeting. Signy got the drink meant to make me look like a drunken fool in front of all the contributors.”
“I didn’t sign on for that,” said Craig Amberson, rising to face Mark.
Gordon Atwell nervously tapped his fingers on the table.
Mark took another look at Diane. She saw in the depths of his gray eyes that she’d made an enemy for life. They were so filled with hate that she wondered if it could have been him behind her attacks-just diverting attention to the skeleton because it was a handy red herring.
“Do you have anything to add to your report before we vote?” she said, not unlocking her gaze from his.
He turned and left the room.
“I’ll take that as a no,” said Diane after the door slammed behind him.
The remaining board members seemed to be stunned into silence.
She turned her attention to the other conspirators. “What I want to know, Mr. Atwell, is was it you or someone else who requested ‘In the Hall of the Mountain King’ at the reception?”
He said nothing, but she could hear the labor of his breathing.
“You have grandchildren. So do you, Craig. You know how cruel that was. Is this the kind of men you are? If so, I want your resignations from the board.”
“I told Mark that was perhaps unwise,” Atwell said finally.
“Perhaps unwise. Yes. Perhaps it was.”
“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” said Harvey Phelps.
“The paintings on the wall in the Pleistocene and dinosaur rooms are remarkably valuable. We had an expert from the Metropolitan Museum of Art come in today and appraise them.”
“The ones with the unicorns?” said Madge.
“Yes. Mark apparently had them appraised several weeks ago by someone at the Heron Museum of Art. He
