“To Portland? Both of you?”
“To talk to the governor… bring him up to date on what we have, our suspicions, all of it.”
“No way they're going to have DNA tests completed by then. Last I heard the earliest is forty-eight hours even on a rush job.”
“I'm aware of that, sweetheart. But we've got to go with what we have. Try to stall the governor until these DNA tests in Minnesota are done.”
“Right… sure. Agreed.”
“So, what were you saying about the exhumation?”
“Ahhh… just a strange Jungian serendipitous thing having to do with a… a bird. Seems silly now. Nothing really.”
“This Dr. Krueshach, he did put your request at the head of the line didn't he?”
“In Millbrook, Minnesota, dear, even if you are at the head of the line, let me tell you, life moves slow here. I built as big a fire under their asses as I thought prudent without pissing them off. On second thought, I guess I did piss Krueshach off, but he's now moving as fast as he can, I assure you.”
“Then you did find enough tissue under her nails to have tests performed?”
On hearing her question, Darwin inched closer in an attempt to hear the answer. Richard saw a cup in one hand, a pastry in another.
“Affirmative, and I'm assured that a DNA fingerprint for Guide's murderer will come of it.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Call it intuition, instinct, whatever. I sense the killer reasoned wrong, thinking his DNA was under only her left-hand nails.”
“You sound fairly certain of it.”
“You see, he didn't bother with the hand clutching the charcoal drawing. I see it this way: She tears at him with the one hand, and he grabs both her wrists, one hand clutching the drawing. He forces her to her knees and brings down the hammer. She was struck twice with it according to Krueshach. Once while standing, once while on the ground.”
“I see… on her knees, bending to his will.”
“Yes, he sees the drawing and draws the conclusion from it, that her scratching him had been done with the free hand, but-”
“-but somewhere in the struggle, she's exchanged the drawing from left to right, the actual hand she attacked with.”
“Precisely… perhaps. All hinges on these tests.”
“We don't have the luxury of time, Richard, so have them run a test for blood type in the interim. It's quick and easy. If the blood type foils to match Robert Towne's at least we'll have that to add to our arsenal of items that don't add up!”
“Good thinking.”
“Meantime, Reynolds and I will fly up to Portland, meet you there. We'll need time to locate Towne's DNA fingerprint.”
“Are you certain he has one on file in Portland?”
“Reynolds assures me he does. Nowadays, Portland, like a lot of cities, does a DNA fingerprint for anyone arrested on a class-A felony.”
Just then Reynolds knocked over a lamp on the table. “Zeus, what was that?” asked Richard.
“Sorry, Darwin's like a bull in a china shop.”
“Big man, I could see that much. And handsome.”
“I hadn't noticed.” she said, waving the silverware in her hand to cover the lie. Off camera, she gritted her teeth and glared at Darwin. He mouthed, Sorry.
“Darwin is leaving now. We are both late for Dr. Sands, who has been extremely cooperative, Richard. A delight to work with.”
She felt an unreasonable guilt over the lie of omission already, the failure to tell Richard that Darwin had in fact spent the entire night in her hotel room, regardless of its having been in a perfectly innocent fashion. “He's had his coffee and roll now and is out the door.”
She panned the camera on a willing subject now as the Milwaukee agent, coffee cup in hand, waved good-bye while disappearing through the door, closing it behind him.
“The privilege of your company,” began Richard, “I should think, is uppermost on that young fellow's mind. Wants to learn from you, doesn't he?”
“He wants to use me, if that's what you mean. It was a set-up from the get-go. Darwin didn't want us here to solve the Olsen woman's case but to prove his theory about the connection between Louisa Childe and Sarah Towne, and that this guy Towne is innocent. He's had a hard-on for it long before I got here.”
“And he wants your backing.”
“Exactly.”
“And he's won it?”
“Up to a point, but I'm not entirely convinced that Towne could not have killed his wife in copycat fashion, thinking authorities would be looking for the Minnesota murderer instead of him.” “But you're getting on a plane with this kid tomorrow for Portland and-”
“Today sometime, not tomorrow, because I am convinced Oregon needs to slow this down and give a hard look at the inconsistencies. Why not wait for the DNA test now that we have one in the offing?”
“Yes, of course. To be rational. But perhaps people in Oregon are not being particularly rational at this point.”
“Towne certainly has managed to engender hatred and blood-lust. Interesting that he refused any appeal.”
“You're a softy, Jessica.”
“Me? What about you, my sweet Richard of Millbrook?”
“Keep me apprised when you get to Portland, what goes down as you Yanks say.”
“Reynolds says he can get a chopper or a jet assigned to us from the local FBI pool.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
She tried to gauge the amount of sarcasm in his voice. He wouldn't ordinarily use such an American expression if he wasn't being sarcastic. “That's the plan, after I have one final look at Joyce Olsen's body. I pretty much left the initial autopsy to Dr. Sands. He's quite capable, and I want to be in Portland as early as possible, before official offices close down. Still, questions linger that I hope Olsen's body can answer.”
“I'm sure she'll sit right up and speak volumes to you, Jess. If anyone can get the dead to talk, it's you.”
“Oh, I much prefer the way the Dead Can Dance ensemble talks. And by the way, Richard, I'm so proud of you.”
“Oh? And where is that coming from?”
“The way you created DNA evidence where there was none before. You're some magician. Millbrook won't soon forget you.”
“Gary Cooper come to rescue the foolish from the more foolish?”
“Sleight-of-hand artist, that's what you are.” “I am more the trick cyclist, but let's not count our black doves before their curtain call. Thus far, all I've got are some additional nails and scrapings being analyzed at the local lab, which by the way has limited capability.”
“So now we go to Portland, take our trick cycling show on the road.”
“You can get their attention and stall them, Jess. I know you can.”
“I'll do my best.”
“That's quite the best. You lured me across an ocean.”
“Right, I did indeed.”
“Thief of my heart.”
She laughed lightly. “As if you had nothing to do with a like theft.”
Richard laughed his full, rich laugh. The sound filled her with warmth.
“You're leaving Millbrook a bit more on their toes than before your visit. Taught the yokels something about investigating, Agent Sharpe.”
“Good chaps actually, but much of the evidence was bungled from the gate. I dread to think if they had a child abduction here. It'd be the JonBenet Ramsey case all over again.”
“I love you, Richard, and I'll hopefully see you in Portland tomorrow with the DNA fingerprint?”
'Tomorrow midnight perhaps, and that's a big maybe. Operative words being maybe perhaps, understood? I've built a fire under authorities here, but I can't rebuild their lab overnight. You know very well how long it takes to get DNA tests accomplished.”
“It can be done if they work day and night.”
“They don't have our Quantico facilities, resources or manpower, Jess.”
“Then they should farm it out to a private lab in Minneapolis.”
“Not sure there's time. And I'm working with one proud, stubborn German here.”“Herman Krueshach, yes. Has he learned anything from all this?”