Mariah Stewart - Last Breath

“I know she’s very well regarded in the field. So much so that I was surprised to find out she was on the faculty here at Howe.”

“Why’s that?” Mia asked.

“Because she could certainly be teaching at a much more prestigious university. She could pretty much write her own ticket anywhere,” Daria explained. “I really don’t understand why she’s here, frankly.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t know about her interest in Shandihar?” Connor asked.

“She did mention that she was familiar with the legends. She told me there was a curse…”

“Did she also mention that one of her goals is to someday follow in Alistair’s footsteps?”

“I don’t understand,” Mia said. “What does that mean?”

“It means she wants to rediscover the city, according to Professor Korban. Seems she’s envisioning Shandihar’s second coming, if you will.” Connor used the napkin Mia had given him and rolled up the now empty paper in which his sandwich had been wrapped.

Daria looked dumbstruck.

“Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction, too,” Connor told her.

“She never said anything about that to me. She was in my hospital room with me for hours, and never said a word about that. She just mentioned reading some book about the Sisters of Shandihar, which was apparently another name for the priestesses, and some vague curse associated with them and the gallas . ”

“The evil spirits who roamed the earth and did bad things for Ereshkigal,” Connor added.

“Er…who?” Mia asked.

“The Shandiharan goddess of the Underworld.” Daria explained the dark goddess and her cult of followers to Mia, who rolled her eyes.

“ Gallas and goddesses and evil sisterhoods, oh my,” Mia parodied. “You think any of these evil sisters or evil gallas are here at Howe University?”

“Maybe someone-or more than one-who believe they are,” Connor told her. “Just as deadly, in the long run. Someone who believes they have a sacred mission is going to be just as dangerous as someone who really does.”

“You mean, like someone who knows that some items were stolen from the storage room, and who wants to get them back?” Daria thought aloud. “But that someone would have to know that the items were missing in the first place.”

Connor nodded slowly. “All along, we’ve assumed that no one knew anything was missing until Daria did her inventory. What if someone had already figured that out?” He stopped and thought for a moment. “Well, of course, if this theory is the right one, someone had to know. The Blumes and Mrs. Sevrenson were both killed several months ago. Months before Daria arrived at Howe.”

“Then it follows that someone else would have to have known exactly what was in those crates,” Daria said.

“Which means that someone had to have read Alistair’s journals to have known exactly what he’d brought back,” Connor said. “How much do you want to bet Dr. Bokhari is well acquainted with Alistair’s journals?”

“How much do you suppose she knew about the artifacts? And did she know they were missing?” Mia asked.

“Just two of the questions I’ll be asking her.” Connor glanced at his watch. “I’m on my way over to her apartment now.”

He turned to Daria. “I’ll check in on you when I get back. Is there anything you need? Anything I can bring you?”

“No, thanks.” She shook her head. “Mia’s taking good care of me.”

“Great.” He patted her leg, then stood and turned to Mia. “I owe you one.”

“My pleasure, sport.” His cousin smiled.

“Mia, come with me and lock the front door after I leave.”

“Good idea.” To Daria, Mia said, “I’ll be right back.”

Daria watched Connor pause to pat the dog on the head before he and Mia left the room. Several seconds later, she heard the front door close, then listened as Mia’s footsteps came closer.

“This is a really interesting case,” Mia said as she stepped over Sweet Thing. “Almost interesting enough to make me want to re-up.” She smiled at Daria. “Just kidding. It’s interesting but I have no intention of going back.”

She sat back on the rocker and picked up the plate of cookies. After inspection and selection, she offered the plate to Daria, who at first started to decline but then shrugged and leaned forward to take it from Mia’s hands.

“What’s bothering you?” Mia asked as she handed the plate over.

“Thinking about Sabina,” Daria said softly. “I wasn’t aware her interest in Shandihar ran so deep. I’d hate to think she’s involved somehow. I can’t understand why she didn’t say more when we were in the hospital.”

“Maybe she thought it wasn’t the time or place to talk about work.”

“Trust me, you put two archaeologists in a room, that’s all they talk about. And we did. We talked about mutual friends, and a dig she was on with some people I’ve worked with.” Daria frowned. “But she never mentioned that she wanted to search for Shandihar.”

“What else is bothering you about her?” Mia asked.

“What makes you thing there’s something else?”

“Just the look on your face.”

The words Daria could have spoken stuck in her throat.

“It’s Connor, isn’t it?” Mia said it for her. “You think he’s interested in her?”

“Well, she is pretty…well, gorgeous.” Daria sighed.

“If all it took to get Connor’s attention was a pretty face, he’d have been snatched up long ago.” Mia nibbled on her cookie. “He’s been chased by many, but he’s never come close to being caught. At least, as far as anyone in the family knows.”

“Strange. You’d think he’d…well, he’s just such a warm person.”

“Connor? Warm?” Mia laughed. “There are very few people who would describe him as warm, Daria. He’s been a loner all his life, even more so since…well, since Dylan.” A shadow crossed Mia’s face.

“Who’s Dylan?”

“His brother.”

“The one who died?”

“He told you about that?” Mia asked.

“Not exactly. He just said he had a brother who died.” Daria paused, then asked, “How did he die?”

“I think you ought to ask him that.” Mia stood and began to clear the plates and empty water bottles. “It’s not something I like to talk about.”

She left the room, leaving Daria with another round of questions that were not likely to be answered anytime soon.

“Come in, Agent Shields.” Sabina Bokhari stood in the doorway of her second-floor apartment in an old brick building at the edge of the Howe campus. “You’re very prompt.”

She wore the same kind of khaki shorts that Daria was in the habit of wearing, and a loose-fitting coral-colored knit top. Her long black hair was pulled back on one side and held with a clip. He was struck once again that she was, as Daria had noted, uncommonly beautiful.

“Do come in.” She stepped aside and he entered the spacious living room.

“Interesting décor,” he said as he looked around at the art-filled room. “Souvenirs from your last dig?”

She smiled. “I am not in the habit of tomb robbing or pilfering from the job site. I do, however, frequent the gift shops of museums all over the world. Please have a seat.”

She gestured toward the sofa, but he chose the chair on the opposite wall.

“You wanted to ask me some questions.” She took a seat on the sofa facing him.

“Let’s start with Tuesday night. What time did you get back on campus?”

“I’m not sure, but I think around seven-thirty or so. Stefano picked me up at the airport and we stopped for dinner on the way home. We passed the administration building on the way to my apartment, and I noticed that Louise’s office lights were still on. I asked Stefano to stop so I could see her. I wasn’t aware she had people in the office, but when we arrived, she invited us to join her and the two trustees.”