Dead Hunt

the body count of victims and a pattern in their murders. Some serial killers we don’t catch because they choose the most vulnerable and the most invisible—runaways, prostitutes, illegal aliens—and the body count is less visible, less connected. But even then we get lucky fairly often.’’ He stabbed a piece of prime rib with his fork.
‘‘I believe there are more like Clymene out there who are just so clever, we never connect them to a murder,’’ he said. ‘‘And in some cases we don’t even know there was a murder. One of the things I want to do is to develop a method to spot those hidden serial killings. To do that I need every detail I can gather about known killers. I need to learn about Clymene’s background and if there are any more husbands out there.’’ He stopped and took a bite of his speared meat.
Diane shook her head, uncertain. ‘‘Even finding who she really is doesn’t mean we will discover all of her identities. One possibility we discussed is that she may change identity after each kill and then move on to another victim.’’
He nodded. ‘‘Yes, and I still think that is a good possibility. But the closer we get to the real Clymene, the closer we will get to the other identities she established.’’ He took a long drink of his tea. ‘‘I can see you have a busy schedule, but there are advantages to making me beholden to you,’’ said Kingsley.
‘‘And what would those be?’’ asked Diane.
He smiled and cut another piece of meat. ‘‘If I’m reading the newspapers correctly and picking up on the vibes from your staff, you are going to be visited by the FBI shortly because they have jurisdiction over art and cultural property crime. Now, while I don’t have a lot of pull, I do know the agent assigned to this region and I can help ease the way for you.’’ He speared the piece of meat and put it in his mouth.
‘‘That would be worthwhile. But a friend would do that for me anyway,’’ said Diane, grinning back at him.
‘‘True, and I will. However, I can’t imagine you not doing a favor in return,’’ he said.
‘‘I’ll need all the evidence,’’ said Diane.
‘‘Is this a yes, then?’’ he asked.
‘‘Yes. I’ll give it a try,’’ said Diane.
‘‘Everything we have will be delivered to you.’’
‘‘I know I’m going to regret this,’’ said Diane, wondering when she would find the time. Of course, there was all that wasted time when she was sleeping. ‘‘You know, it seems that someone from her past would have recognized Clymene and come forward by now.’’
‘‘I would have thought so,’’ said Kingsley. ‘‘And she must have worried about that. You know she avoided having her picture taken. Her face in those scrapbooks was usually half covered with a cap or something. She didn’t accompany her husband anywhere they might be photographed.’’ He reached inside his jacket. ‘‘Did the waitress leave the check?’’
‘‘It’s all right,’’ said Diane. ‘‘Consider it recompense for having to wait all afternoon.’’
‘‘You sure?’’ he asked.
Diane nodded.
‘‘Thanks. I should have had a bigger steak.’’ He smiled and put his wallet back in his pocket. ‘‘Did you ever meet her before the investigation? I know O’Riley came to some of the museum functions here,’’ said Kingsley.
‘‘No, I didn’t. The one time Archer O’Riley came to a function here, he was with his son and daughterin-law. That was the only time I ever met him.’’ Diane thought for a moment. ‘‘There are her mug shots. I saw them in the Atlanta and Rosewood papers.’’
‘‘Yes, but even I would hardly recognize her from those,’’ said Kingsley. ‘‘Her mouth was turned down; she seemed to be . . . squinting, or something.’’ He waved a hand. ‘‘It was a terrible photograph.’’
‘‘Still, some people have an amazing ability to recognize people even from sketchy drawings,’’ said Diane.
‘‘All I know is, no one came forward. Not everyone reads the news, I suppose, and I’m not sure news coverage of the trial ever made it out of the region. I know her lawyer made sure Court TV didn’t cover it,’’ said Kingsley.
‘‘You know,’’ said Diane, ‘‘her other identities, if she had other identities, could easily have been in other countries. I know she speaks fluent French, and Rivers said her Spanish is quite good.’’
‘‘That’s a possibility. Do you think English is her first