Dead Secret

phone?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
    “I’ll check into it.”
    “Someone want to tell me what’s going on?” said Korey. “Why did you empty out the museum? Nobody believes we have a critical environmental system failing. I mean, what exactly would that be?”
    “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” said Diane.
    “Does it have something to do with what happened to you and Mike?”
    “I don’t know.” She didn’t. They had not been able to match any of the evidence of the knifing or Neva’s break-in to the murders they were working on. Valentine and MacRae had a whole boxful of those surgeon’s gloves they used. Why would they have used another brand to break into Neva’s apartment?
    “So it’s a maybe,” said Korey.
    “Possibly, but that’s all I’m going to say right now. I know this is terribly inconvenient for you and all the curators.” Especially for botany, she thought. All in all, she had missed three readings on their experiment because of the search.
    “I don’t mind the inconvenience.” He shrugged. “Is everything going to be all right?” Both Korey and Mike were looking intensely at her; both wanted reassurance.
    “Yes,” said Diane. “That’s my job.”
    Korey nodded and smiled. He set down his slice of pizza and grabbed up the folder he had laid on the desk behind him.
    “I don’t know why you even bothered to build a crime lab. I can do everything in my conservation lab that you all can do.” He opened the folder and took out a piece of paper that looked like a photograph of an electrostatic copy of . . . something.
    Diane craned to see the page. “What is it?”
    Korey held it to his chest out of her sight. His dreadlocks fell forward, shielding his face.
    “All in good time. You know those magazines found in the submerged Plymouth?”
    “Yes,” said Diane cautiously. “This had better not be Miss October, 1942.”
    “Just wait,” Korey said, motioning with his hand. “Most of them were pretty much pulp. When we dried them, what we got was very thick handmade paper . . . impossible to separate into pages.”
    Jin looked disappointed.
    “But,” continued Korey, “it was good practice for my technicians.”
    “You got something, though?” said David.
    “On one of the magazines that we could separate from the rest, there was a shape just under the cover, which was translucent by this time. It looked like a piece of paper—something I recognized—was stuck in the magazine. I used various lighting, even X-rayed the thing. That didn’t work, by the way. But light did, and by slicing the magazine paper off what was under it, I was able to bring out writing on the piece of paper inside the magazine.”
    “You’re going to stretch this out, aren’t you?” said David.
    “As long as I can,” said Korey.
    He handed the photograph to Diane. She was audibly startled when she looked at the page.
    “What is it?” said Jin.
    “It’s a receipt,” said Diane. “From Cash or Casher General Store, made out to D. W. Russell for a carbide lantern, forty feet of rope, and two Moon Pies—three dollars and sixty cents.”
    Neva’s eyes grew wide and she sucked in her breath. “You have got to be kidding.”
    “Well, I’ll be damned,” said David.
    “Way to go, Korey.” Jin pounded the table with the flat of his hand. “You’re right: What do we need the crime lab for?”
    “When I read the list,” said Korey, “it rang a bell, since I’d seen all of Caver Doe’s things. It was the Moon Pie wrappers that cinched it for me. You think maybe this D. W. Russell is Caver Doe?”
    “The probability is high,” said Diane.
    “Has to be,” said David. “Jewel Southwell and Dale Wayne Russell disappeared at the same time, supposedly ran off together. Here is a receipt made out to D. W. Russell in the car with Jewel Southwell for the very items we found with the body of Caver Doe, which we know to have been there since that time period. Caver Doe has to be Dale Wayne Russell.”
    Diane could still hear the dominoes clicking against one another as they fell. “Korey, this is excellent work. I don’t know what to say. I’m just amazed.”

    A scenario was forming in Diane’s mind. Actually, several, but she kept weeding them out when one or the other piece of evidence didn’t fit. But what it looked like to her was that a crime of opportunity had led to a crime of premeditation.
    Diane sent the others home for a breather. David went to