Dust to Dust

bone tempered. She remembered she hadn’t told them about the desk either. She would put that off. They didn’t need to have on their minds what it all might mean.
    “Does this stuff she wants you to look at have anything to do with what happened to her?” asked Paloma.
    “I don’t know,” said Diane. “I wouldn’t think so, but it was something that seemed to concern her. Most of Marcella’s side of the conversation was one or two words.”
    Paloma nodded. “That’s the way it was with us. Still, she made sense.”
    That was a concern for Paloma, Diane could see—that her mother would still have her brain function and that she would still be her mother.
    “Yes, she did,” Diane agreed. “She seems very coherent.”
    Mark drove Diane home. She hated for him to leave Paloma in the hospital, but they both seemed better now that Marcella was awake.
    Frank’s car was in the drive when Diane arrived. She said good-bye to Mark and went into the house. She was too tired to eat much. She drank a handheld soup and took a warm shower. When she came out she lay on the bed and Frank massaged her back—something he did very well. She was enjoying his hands on her bare skin when the phone rang.
    “Don’t answer it,” she said.
    Frank did anyway. “She’s here,” he said, and handed the phone to her.
    She turned her head and made a face at him. He grinned and continued stroking her back.
    “Diane, I thought we were beginning to have a good working relationship.”
    “Detective Hanks?” she said. “I thought we were too.” So why are you calling me this late? she thought. “What’s up?”
    “Why didn’t you call me when Marcella Payden woke up?” he asked.
    “I thought you had left word with the hospital to call you. I assumed you were informed.” It’s not my job to inform you , she thought.
    Her muscles must have tensed, for Frank increased the pressure on her back, kneading her muscles with his fingers.
    “If I had been thinking, I would have called,” she said. “But I’ve had a long day and was tired.” Making efforts to soothe over Hanks’ hurt feelings was a lot easier when Frank was there to rub her back.
    “What did she say? The doctor wouldn’t let me in until tomorrow,” Hanks said. “Her daughter told me that Dr. Payden didn’t remember anything about the attack.”
    “She was concerned about the pieces of pottery she’d found on her property. As we figured, she recognized they were bone tempered. Marcella was letting me know she had sent samples off for analysis. She also wanted to tell me about the desk. I told her I’d seen the message. Marcella told me to examine the pottery myself, but she didn’t say what I was to be looking for. Her side of the conversation was mostly just one or two words at a time.”
    “Do you think this pottery business has anything to do with her attack?” asked Hanks.
    “I don’t know,” said Diane. “I wanted to ask her how old she thought the pottery was, but she was very weak and not up to it. Her nurse ran me out.”
    “I suppose she has no idea who attacked her, or why?” said Hanks.
    “She didn’t even know why she was in the hospital. Tomorrow when you speak with her she may be more clearheaded. But she probably will never remember the events surrounding her attack.”
    Hanks seemed mollified when Diane hung up. She was trying to keep a good working relationship with the police and detectives, but sometimes they didn’t make it easy.
    She turned over to face Frank. “No more answering the phone.”
    “Absolutely not,” he said.
    Next morning, Diane met Jonas in his museum office. Together they pulled out the boxes from Marcella’s that Diane had packed. She gently took the ceramic mask out and set it on the desk facedown, cushioning it with batting. She twisted Marcella’s work lamp over the piece of pottery and began examining the back side with a magnifying glass. She saw immediately what had disturbed Marcella. She turned the mask over and looked at the front.
    “What?” said Jonas, who had pulled up a chair beside her.
    Diane turned the mask over and looked again. “Marcella told me to look at the sherds with it too. We need to pull out the other boxes. Damn.”

Chapter 21
    “What are you seeing?” said Jonas, bending over and peering at the mask.
    “The inside of the mask has the imprint of eyelashes, eyebrows, blemishes. This was made on a human face,” said Diane.
    “That’s not really all that