Scattered Graves

it apart.
‘‘David told me you’d be working here,’’ she said. ‘‘Why are you dismantling the computer?’’
‘‘I’m not. I’ve just taken the case off the CPU,’’ he said.
‘‘Why?’’ she asked.
‘‘Sometimes people write their encryption key in side the computer case, in the event they forget it. But I’ve been over every inch with a magnifying glass and I haven’t found one.’’
‘‘How about a black light?’’ said Diane.
‘‘That was going to be my next step. You wouldn’t happen to have a black light in your pocket, would you?’’ He winked at her and turned up one corner of his lips.
She grinned. ‘‘We have lots of black lights all over the building.’’
She called Andie and asked her to go up to the conservation lab and borrow a black light from Korey, her head conservator.
‘‘Andie will be down with one in just a minute,’’ said Diane.
Diane sat down at a small writing desk in the cor ner. She had the box of bones with her. She punched the sheriff’s number into her cell and asked for him when the receptionist answered. It took a couple of minutes to get him on the line.
‘‘Hey, Diane. I guess you got the package I sent you,’’ he said.
‘‘Yes, I did, and I have a name and address for you to check.’’ She fished the paper from her pocket. ‘‘Malcolm Chen,’’ she said, and gave the sheriff the Atlanta address. There was silence on the other end of the phone for several long moments.
‘‘Hello? Are we still connected?’’ she asked.
‘‘You know, I’ve been telling people you’re good, but I had no idea. How in the world did you identify him from that paltry handful of bones?’’ he said.
Diane laughed. ‘‘I’d love to say my skills are—’’ She paused as she caught sight of Frank looking at her strangely. ‘‘Just a moment,’’ she said and put a hand over the phone.
‘‘What?’’ she asked.
‘‘Malcolm Chen is a hacker,’’ he said.

Chapter 33
    ‘‘You know him?’’ said Diane. ‘‘You know Malcolm Chen?’’
    ‘‘I know the name,’’ said Frank. ‘‘He’s on a list of hackers I have. He’s also known as Shogun.’’
‘‘Interesting,’’ said Diane.
Diane got back on the phone with the sheriff.
‘‘Sheriff Canfield, Frank is here and he recognized the name. He says he may be a hacker called Shogun. Chen is Asian, he has a nose ring, and he is young. He fits the description of the kid in the field, and I have to tell you, this may not be him, but it’s a lead. I’ve found nothing yet that would rule him out, but that’s not the same as a positive ID, by any means. And you know what little I’ve had to work with. I’m hoping Jin will be able to extract DNA from the tooth. He’s come up empty on the earlier samples.’’
‘‘I’m going to call the Atlanta police right now and ask them to go to Chen’s apartment. I tell you, Diane, I’m real impressed.’’
‘‘Don’t be too impressed. I was lucky to stumble onto something,’’ she said. ‘‘I’ll tell you about it later. Let me know what the Atlanta police say.’’
‘‘I will,’’ said the sheriff.
‘‘Ask them to collect samples for DNA compari son,’’ said Diane. ‘‘Toothbrush and hairbrush would be real good,’’ said Diane.
‘‘I’ll do that,’’ said the sheriff.
Diane hung up the phone and looked over at Frank. ‘‘A hacker?’’ she said.
‘‘I’ve been looking at the usual suspects following this rash of identity thefts, and the names were on my mind,’’ he said. ‘‘How did you come by his name?’’
Diane went over to the couch and sat down. There was a stack of crime scene photos David had printed for her to examine, photographs that Rikki took be fore she dismantled the mayor’s house in her search.
She didn’t answer Frank. An idea was flitting through her mind and she wanted to follow through first. She picked up the stack of photographs. He watched her curiously, not pushing for an answer.
Andie came in with a black light.
‘‘Okay, who gets it?’’ she said.
‘‘Frank,’’ said Diane without looking up from the photographs.
Andie handed the black light to Frank and left.
Diane flipped through the photographs, pulling out the ones from the library and laying them faceup, side by side on the table, looking closely at each one.
‘‘Well, hell,’’ said Frank.
‘‘What?’’ said Diane, looking up.
‘‘Look at this,’’ he said.
Diane rose, went over to