One Grave Too Many

Abercrombie, I believe we need your permission to excavate,” said Diane.
    “You found something?” said the sheriff, surprise in his voice.
    The three of them came walking across the dump site past protruding bones and suspicious lumps beneath the ground to where Diane was crouched. There, about the size of half a golf ball and stained brown like the surrounding dirt, a small, odd-shaped squarish bone lay on the ground next to the flag.
    “That’s a human bone?” asked the sheriff. He glanced around at the other bones peeking through the surface of dirt and leaves. “How can you tell it’s human among all these animal bones?”
    “Every bone is distinctive. It’s a human talus—a bone of the foot.”
    “You’re sure about that?” asked the sheriff.
    “Yes.”
    “OK, what do we need to proceed?” asked Whit.
    “It must be excavated as a crime scene—not dug up by untrained hands.”
    “You can do that?”
    “Yes, but you don’t have to use me,” said Diane, hoping he’d say something like, “My cousin’s a forensic anthropologist—I’ll have her do it.”
    “Why not?” said Whit. “You’re here.”
    “All right. I have an archaeologist at the museum, and I’ll get some experienced excavators from the university’s archaeology department.”

    Diane sat in one of Jonas Briggs’ stuffed chairs studying the chessboard as he called his former archaeology students. He had moved his knight to the king bishop three position—only three moves for each of them. They were still in the beginning of the game, battling for early control of the board. As he hung up the phone, she captured his pawn and stood up.
    “I’ve gotten four of my best excavators. They are very enthusiastic.” He rubbed his hands together. “This is certainly an unexpected turn of events.” As he stood, he looked at the chessboard. “Will you capture your pawn, please?”
    Diane took his black pawn and captured hers. “Shall I pick you up at your house early tomorrow morning?” she said.
    “Yes, please. The crew will meet me there, and they can follow you.” He took his jacket hanging on his coat-rack and followed Diane out the door.
    “You know, the terrain is a little rough. There is a substantial gully to traverse.”
    “I have traversed many a substantial gully in my time. You do not need to worry.”
    “Anyway, Whit Abercrombie said he would see about arranging for a temporary bridge across the creek. He thinks perhaps the county will do it.”
    “A creek—is that all we’re talking about? A creek?”
    “The creek is in a fifteen-foot-deep gully.”
    “You don’t need to worry about me.”
    “I’m not. But it would look bad for me if I killed one of my curators on a field expedition.”
    “Then I’ll do my best to make you look good.”
    They rode the elevator to the ground floor.
    “Here.” Diane handed him one of the three laptops she had been given by Kenneth Meyers to field test.
    “This looks nice.” He rubbed a hand over the metallic case.
    “I think it is. I haven’t looked at mine yet, but I believe it’s the top of the line and good for field work. It works with a cell phone, so you can send any information to the museum. Let me know how it works.”
    “If the anthropology department knew how many perks this job came with, they’d send someone else over.”
    “That’s what Sylvia Mercer said. I’m going to ask her to work with you on the faunal identification. She’s the zoologist.”
    “Does she get a computer too?”
    “Not one of these. She gets one for her office, like your other one.”
    “I get two computers. Well, this is just dandy.”
    Diane laughed at him and sent him on his way. Jonas Briggs went home to prepare, and Diane went to the faunal lab and Sylvia Mercer’s office. Sylvia was in the lab rearranging the equipment.
    “Dr. Mercer, I have a favor to ask.”
    “Shoot, and call me Sylvia, please. I hope you don’t mind me rearranging the lab a little.”
    “No, whatever works. Remember that clavicle I was looking at the other day?” Diane didn’t wait for an answer, but told her how she’d found the probable place it came from.
    “The site is filled with animal bones. I was thinking that if I could match the taxidermist’s records with the animal bones above and below the human remains, it might help establish the approximate time of death. I’d like you to identify some of the animal bones.”
    “Sure. If you’ve found a clavicle and