The Night Killer

bathroom and started to leave, but David held out his hand.
    “I’ll need to process your clothes,” he said.
    Izzy, Jin, and Hector looked at David, surprised, as if, in just the space of a few moments, he had formed a mistrust, a suspicion of Diane. They turned and looked at her, questions evident in their eyes.
    “Good idea,” she said, handing the clothing to David, who retrieved an evidence bag to contain the items.
    “If the sheriff tries to accuse you, we’ll be able to counter with an official examination report clearing your clothes of any trace evidence,” said David. “I’ll get a detective from the department to witness the process. Hanks has asked several times if he could come watch us work.”
    Good, paranoid David , thought Diane. She didn’t know what she would do without him.
    “What if there was blood on the underside of the poncho?” said Hector. “She will have blood on her clothes.”
    “Then we’ll match the pattern,” said David. “We’ll prove it was transfer.”

    Diane slept late. When she awoke she found a note on her pillow from Frank saying he was sorry but he had to go in to work. Also, that he had mixed her another protein drink before he left and put it in the refrigerator. And he had arranged for the museum staff to bring her vehicle and park it in the driveway. She smiled and put the note down on the dresser. Frank thinks of everything , she thought. She had completely forgotten that her red Explorer was at the museum.
    Diane took a long shower, dressed, and downed the drink that Frank had mixed. He had blended in fresh strawberries. Yes, Frank thinks of everything.
    Before she left for work, she called Laura Hillard, one of her oldest friends. They had known each other since kindergarten. Diane was originally from Rosewood. At twelve, her family moved to Tennessee. When Diane accepted the job as director of the museum, after a career as a forensic anthropologist and human rights investigator, the move to Rosewood was a return to her roots, and to old friends.
    Diane asked Laura if she could come have a late lunch at the museum. Laura was a member of the museum board and she was also a psychiatrist, and it was in that capacity that Diane wanted to consult with her.
    Andie Layne, Diane’s assistant, was behind her desk when Diane walked in. Diane hadn’t been gone from the museum even an entire workday, yet it felt like she had been gone a week. She wanted to tell Andie that she was glad to see her again after all this time. Instead, she smiled and said, “I like your new style. Very sophisticated.”
    Andie had her tight red curls in an up style with a generous amount of cascading curls around her face. She wore a tailored, black-trimmed red suit, an unusual choice for her. She usually wore a more offbeat style of clothing.
    Andie stood up and turned around, giving Diane a three-sixty view of the cinch-waist jacket and straight skirt.
    “I like it too. I thought I’d add ‘sophisticated’ to my fashion repertoire. Keep people off guard a little.” She grinned. “Frank called me and said you’d be in late. He didn’t say why.”
    She stood looking at Diane expectantly. Diane could see she was curious. Frank didn’t usually make calls for her. Diane hated to put a damper on her mood.
    “I had some problems coming back from Rendell County,” she said.
    Hell, she might as well tell her. Andie would find out eventually, and Diane would feel bad about keeping her in the dark. Andie was her gatekeeper, and Diane had discovered a long time ago it was a good idea to keep gatekeepers informed. She gave Andie a very brief description of what happened. Even in brevity, it was shocking. Andie stood, wide-eyed, and slowly sat down.
    “Oh, oh. That’s . . . that’s just awful. Those poor people. Are you all right? A skeleton on your car?” Andie seemed not to know quite what to comment on first.
    “I’m fine. I’ll be working on the museum side today. Laura’s coming for a late lunch. Please send her in when she gets here,” said Diane.
    “Sure. Can I get you anything?”
    “Just hold all calls that aren’t urgent,” she said.
    Diane would have just put her assistant director, Kendel, in charge for a couple of days while she dealt with the fallout of the previous day. But Kendel was in Africa with Mike, the geology curator, acquiring fossils. They weren’t due back for several days. Diane was even shorthanded in the crime lab. Neva, a