Blood Lines

some indication of what was dumped. Where's the guy who found the body?"
    'Uh, in the departmental offices. His name's…" Harper frowned and glanced down at his notes. "… Raymond Thompson. He's a researcher, been here about a year and a half. Some of the rest of the staff have arrived and they're in there, too. My partner's with them."
    'The offices are?"
    'End of the hall on the right."
    Celluci nodded and started for the door. "We're finished with the body. As soon as all and sundry have got their pound of flesh, you can get it out of here."
    'Charming as always," Dave murmured, grinning. He followed his partner out into the hall and asked, "How come you know so much about plumbing?"
    'My father was a plumber."
    'Yeah? You bastard, you never told me you were independently wealthy."
    'Didn't want you borrowing money." Celluci jerked his head back toward the workroom. "What do you think?"
    'The good doctor interrupted an intruder?"
    'And the janitor they pulled out of here yesterday?"
    'I thought you said he saw a mummy and had a heart attack."
    'So what happened to the mummy?"
    Dave's forehead furrowed. The coffin had definitely been empty and, while the workroom was crowded with all kinds of ancient junk, he'd bet his last loonie that there hadn't been a body tucked into a back corner. "The intruder walked off with it? Dr. Rax broke it into chunks, poured acid over it and washed it down the sink? It came to life and is lurching about the city?" He caught sight of Celluci's expression and laughed. "You've been working too hard, buddy."

    'Maybe." Celluci pushed open the door marked Department of Egyptology a little more forcefully than necessary.
    Maybe not .
    Besides the uniformed police constable, there were half a dozen people sitting in the large outer office, all exhibiting various forms of shock and/or disbelief. Two of them were crying quietly, a half empty box of tissues on the desk between them. Two were arguing, their voices a constant background drone. One sat, his head buried in his hands. Dr.
    Shane, her expression wavering between grief and anger, stood as the detectives came into the room and walked toward them.
    'I'm Dr. Rachel Shane, the assistant curator. What's going on? No, wait…" Her hand went up before either of them could speak. "That's a stupid question. I know what's going on." She took a deep breath. "What's going to happen now?"
    Celluci showed her his badge-from the corner of his eye he saw Dave do the same-and continued to hold it out while she focused first on it and then back on him. "Detective-Sergeant Celluci. My partner, Detective-Sergeant Graham.
    We'd like to ask Raymond Thompson a few questions."
    The young man with his head in his hands jerked erect, eyes wide and face pale.
    'We'd like to leave Dr. Rax's office as it is for the moment," Celluci continued, carefully using the matter-of-fact tones most people found calming. "Dr. Shane…?"
    'Yes, yes, of course. Use mine." She gestured at the door, then laced her fingers together so tightly the tips darkened under the pressure.
    'Thank you."
    She started a little at the warmth in his voice, then visibly relaxed. Not for the first time, Dave marveled at Celluci's ability to load " I know you're hurting, but we're counting on you. If you fall apart, they'll all go . " onto two small words.
    Raymond Thompson was a tall, thin, intense man who couldn't seem to hold still; he kept a foot or a hand or his head constantly moving. He'd come in early to do catch up on a little of the work the sarcophagus had disrupted and found Dr. Rax sprawled on the floor of the workroom. "I didn't touch him or anything else except the phone. I called 911, said I'd found a body, and went into the hall to wait. Christ, this is so… so… I mean, hell, did somebody kill him?"
    'We don't know yet, Mr. Thompson." Dave Graham perched on the edge of the desk, one foot swinging lazily. "We'd appreciate it if you could remember how the workroom looked. Did it appear to be the way you'd last seen it?"
    'I didn't really look at it. I mean, jeez, my boss was lying dead on the floor!"
    'But after you saw the body, you must have taken a quick look around. Just to make sure there was no one else there."
    'Well, yeah…"
    'And the workroom…?"
    The younger man bit his lip, trying to remember, trying to see past the sprawled corpse of a man he'd both liked and respected. "There was glass on the floor," he said slowly, "and the plastic had been pulled off the new