saw that her jacket was in the front seat along with her purse.
‘‘Who called you?’’ she asked.
‘‘Garnett,’’ he said.
Douglas Garnett was the chief of detectives. Diane knew he was having a difficult time with the new ad ministration. She hoped this didn’t put him further on their bad side. She assumed that either Janice or Izzy had alerted him.
Colin took Diane to the hospital. She didn’t have to wait long to be seen. After a lot of examining, blood taking, prodding, and a head X-ray, the doctors pronounced her fine. She thought she was. She was sore but didn’t feel seriously injured.
Diane didn’t know Chief of Police Peeks, and his hostility toward her was puzzling.
‘‘What’s going on?’’ she asked Colin as he drove her to the museum.
‘‘I don’t know,’’ he said. ‘‘The mayor and the people he’s picked are giving a lot of people trouble, particu larly in the police department. Garnett has asked me to handle appeals of several firings. He suspects that he himself is going to be replaced soon.’’
‘‘Mayor Jefferies does seem to be blitzkrieging his way through the government, doesn’t he?’’ said Diane.
‘‘That’s the word for it. Neither he nor Peeks gives notice. They just show up and fire,’’ he said.
Diane told Colin about Curtis Crabtree appearing unannounced at the DNA lab and demanding a job.
‘‘I’ve noticed that Jefferies has an inordinate need for control,’’ said Colin. He grinned suddenly. ‘‘Did you know that he and Peeks both wear pinky rings embossed with the profile of Alexander the Great?’’
Diane smiled and it hurt. ‘‘No, I didn’t know that.’’ She shook her head at the thought. ‘‘How sophomoric.’’
Colin had arranged for her car to be brought to the museum. It sat in her parking space as they drove up. Diane looked at the people flowing in and out of the museum and asked Colin to take her around back.
‘‘I don’t want to scare away the visitors,’’ she said.
‘‘Do you have a change of clothes in your office?’’ he asked.
‘‘Yes, and a shower. I’ll be fine. Thanks for the rescue,’’ she said.
He drove around to the rear of the museum and Diane started to get out.
‘‘Can we get the crime lab out of the museum?’’ she asked. ‘‘I’d really like to reclaim the real estate.’’
‘‘I’ll look at the contract. Right now, I’d have to say no, not until the contract expires. But maybe I can get creative.’’
Diane thanked him again and got out at the loading dock. From there it was a short distance to the private entrance to her office.
Diane showered, washed her hair, dressed in clean clothes, and was about as refreshed as she was going to get. She took a couple of aspirin to dull the pain and walked to her assistant Andie’s office and waited for the reaction.
‘‘Oh, God. What happened?’’ Andie’s eyes were so wide, Diane could see the whites all around her irises. ‘‘Your face... What happened? Are you all right? You better sit down.’’
Mike, the museum’s geology curator and Diane’s caving partner, was there. He and Andie stared openmouthed at her. She had tried makeup but washed it off. Maybe theatrical makeup, she thought.
‘‘I was passing the path to the gorge and I thought, what the heck, I’ll do a little solo climbing before I go to the museum,’’ she said.
Mike took her hands and looked at the scraped fingers.
‘‘You did?’’ His voice was filled with such incredu lity that Diane almost laughed.
He looked at her, amazed, obviously unable to make sense of why Diane would go climbing in her street clothes, alone—not sure if she was joking, and wondering how she’d gotten so beat up.
‘‘What did happen?’’ asked Andie.
Diane explained the episode with Delamore, trying to keep it objective, but she suddenly felt more shaken than she’d realized. She sat down on the sofa and hoped they didn’t notice how suddenly weak on her feet she
‘‘Who called you?’’ she asked.
‘‘Garnett,’’ he said.
Douglas Garnett was the chief of detectives. Diane knew he was having a difficult time with the new ad ministration. She hoped this didn’t put him further on their bad side. She assumed that either Janice or Izzy had alerted him.
Colin took Diane to the hospital. She didn’t have to wait long to be seen. After a lot of examining, blood taking, prodding, and a head X-ray, the doctors pronounced her fine. She thought she was. She was sore but didn’t feel seriously injured.
Diane didn’t know Chief of Police Peeks, and his hostility toward her was puzzling.
‘‘What’s going on?’’ she asked Colin as he drove her to the museum.
‘‘I don’t know,’’ he said. ‘‘The mayor and the people he’s picked are giving a lot of people trouble, particu larly in the police department. Garnett has asked me to handle appeals of several firings. He suspects that he himself is going to be replaced soon.’’
‘‘Mayor Jefferies does seem to be blitzkrieging his way through the government, doesn’t he?’’ said Diane.
‘‘That’s the word for it. Neither he nor Peeks gives notice. They just show up and fire,’’ he said.
Diane told Colin about Curtis Crabtree appearing unannounced at the DNA lab and demanding a job.
‘‘I’ve noticed that Jefferies has an inordinate need for control,’’ said Colin. He grinned suddenly. ‘‘Did you know that he and Peeks both wear pinky rings embossed with the profile of Alexander the Great?’’
Diane smiled and it hurt. ‘‘No, I didn’t know that.’’ She shook her head at the thought. ‘‘How sophomoric.’’
Colin had arranged for her car to be brought to the museum. It sat in her parking space as they drove up. Diane looked at the people flowing in and out of the museum and asked Colin to take her around back.
‘‘I don’t want to scare away the visitors,’’ she said.
‘‘Do you have a change of clothes in your office?’’ he asked.
‘‘Yes, and a shower. I’ll be fine. Thanks for the rescue,’’ she said.
He drove around to the rear of the museum and Diane started to get out.
‘‘Can we get the crime lab out of the museum?’’ she asked. ‘‘I’d really like to reclaim the real estate.’’
‘‘I’ll look at the contract. Right now, I’d have to say no, not until the contract expires. But maybe I can get creative.’’
Diane thanked him again and got out at the loading dock. From there it was a short distance to the private entrance to her office.
Diane showered, washed her hair, dressed in clean clothes, and was about as refreshed as she was going to get. She took a couple of aspirin to dull the pain and walked to her assistant Andie’s office and waited for the reaction.
‘‘Oh, God. What happened?’’ Andie’s eyes were so wide, Diane could see the whites all around her irises. ‘‘Your face... What happened? Are you all right? You better sit down.’’
Mike, the museum’s geology curator and Diane’s caving partner, was there. He and Andie stared openmouthed at her. She had tried makeup but washed it off. Maybe theatrical makeup, she thought.
‘‘I was passing the path to the gorge and I thought, what the heck, I’ll do a little solo climbing before I go to the museum,’’ she said.
Mike took her hands and looked at the scraped fingers.
‘‘You did?’’ His voice was filled with such incredu lity that Diane almost laughed.
He looked at her, amazed, obviously unable to make sense of why Diane would go climbing in her street clothes, alone—not sure if she was joking, and wondering how she’d gotten so beat up.
‘‘What did happen?’’ asked Andie.
Diane explained the episode with Delamore, trying to keep it objective, but she suddenly felt more shaken than she’d realized. She sat down on the sofa and hoped they didn’t notice how suddenly weak on her feet she
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