Linda Fairstein - The Bone Vault

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Following the critically acclaimed and top ten Best Seller The Deadhouse, Linda Fairstein now takes us behind the scenes of some of New York's magnificent and mysterious institutions in her most electrifying Alexandra Cooper thriller yet. The Bone Vault begins in the glorious Temple of Dendur at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where wealthy donors have gathered to hear plans for a controversial new exhibit. An uneasy mix of scholarship and showbiz. The exhibition has raised fierce opposition from some of the museum's elite: IMAX time trips and Rembrandt refrigerator magnets have no place for them at the Met. Assistant DA Alex Cooper, off duty for the evening, observes the proceedings with bemused interest until the Met director suddenly pulls her aside: the body of a young researcher has been found in an ancient Egyptian sarcophagus. Teaming up with cops Mike Chapman and Mercer Wallace, Alex must penetrate the silent sentinels comprising New York's museum society, investigating not only at the Met but also at the Museum of Natural History and the Cloisters, to find a killer. Atmospheric, chilling, and shot through with procedural authenticity.

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I made the introductions and told Harry what we were trying to accomplish.

“Here’s one more from Eve Drexler,” Clem said as I was signing the subpoenas on Laura’s desk. “I told her I heard she had been in London, at a meeting with Thibodaux and Bellinger at the British Museum. I said that someone from New York had recognized her, but when I tried to find them, to inquire about Katrina, I saw that it was Katrina herself who had been signed in at the meeting.”

“Good thinking. What’d she say?”

“She’s asking me not to mention it to the police until I meet with her first.”

“That means Thibodaux hasn’t had a chance to tell her yet that we know about it.”

“She blames it on Bellinger.”

“So did her boss, yesterday when we confronted him with it.”

“You want to do this in real time?” Harry Hinton asked. “I can make this livelier for you.”

“How?”

“CITU, over at headquarters.” The Computer Intelligence and Technology Unit was just a few blocks away at One Police Plaza. “They’ve got a new piece of equipment. Cost ‘em sixty thousand dollars.”

Mike was impressed. The department rarely spent that kind of money on anything.

“It works like a wiretap on a telephone. It can intercept on-line communications while they’re in progress. This broad’s writing to Clem. We can tap in and see who she goes on-line with next, if she’s talking about your case. Maybe she forwards the info she’s getting to someone, maybe she passes on what she knows. Maybe she knows stuff you two don’t.”

“You’ve used this before?”

“My boss is the one who applied for the money to buy the equipment. We can download the actual kiddie porn while it’s being transmitted, even if it’s encrypted.”

“You’ve been holding out on me. What do you need to get started?”

“Court order.”

The ability to find out what each of these witnesses was saying to the others, if they were communicating on-line, was a brilliant idea I had not thought possible.

“Keep an eye on Clem. Get Ryan up here and beg him to do the order for me. I can talk him through the facts he needs from my cell phone while we’re driving uptown.”

My hearty band of sadomacho fanatics must have wearied or made their point and disbanded after McKinney shifted them around to the rear of the courthouse and they’d had their fifteen minutes of fame on the midday news shows. We were able to get out the main door without incident. I left my car in Chinatown and rode up the West Side Highway with Mike, talking on the cell phone to Ryan and giving him what I hoped would be probable cause to get the interception going by this evening. There was at least the fact that one of the e-mail correspondents, who happened also to be a Met employee, had been using the dead girl’s identification a month after her disappearance. I also told him the name of the young lawyer who might be able to expedite the request, since I had not yet been able to apply for the search warrants I had wanted without knowing the specific target sites at the museums.

Then I called Mamdouba to tell him we were going to meet with Timothy Gaylord, who was over from the Met, working on the joint exhibition in the museum basement. We wanted to come up to see Mamdouba when we were done.

“I’m afraid you’ve taken up all the time we have for this business, Miss Cooper. It’s been very disruptive here, to the staff. Perhaps we can arrange that future meetings will be held in your offices?”

We had known this stonewalling would come at some point, but had not predicted the timing. “Certainly. But Mr. Gaylord is expecting us, and I believe Detective Wallace is already there.” It was past the three o’clock hour that we had set earlier in the day.

Mike had stopped at the light at the bottom of the exit ramp. “Scare the shit out of him, blondie. Keep your toe in his door. Give him something to worry about.”

I shrugged my shoulders and mouthed the three letters to Mike. He agreed.

“It’s critical we see you today, just for a few minutes. It’s about the DNA results on Katrina Grooten’s clothing.”

I imagined that great big unctuous smile of Mamdouba’s wiping itself right off his face.

“But, Miss Cooper, I thought you assured us that Katrina wasn’t sexually assaulted by her killer? You’re confusing-”

“That’s why we need to see you. We know that you have a DNA profile for every employee at the museum. We’re going to need access to those-”

“Not before I have an explanation.” His voice was sharp and angry now.

“Of course you will, as soon as we’re done with Mr. Gaylord.” I disconnected the phone before he could ask any more questions.

I dialed the medical examiner’s office and hung on until Dr. Kestenbaum could pick up the call. “Got a minute to help me? I’m digging myself into a hole here with our witnesses. If I told you I had already-made genetic fingerprints of several of our suspects, and could probably get swabs from the rest of them, would it do you any good, given that there’s no blood or seminal fluid?”

“I can let you know in a week,” he said, ever cautious and professional.

“I’m about five minutes away from getting the investigative door slammed in my face. Why next week? What’s that going to do for you?”

“I presented the case at our weekly meeting on Friday. The chief had a good idea. Whoever killed your victim had to do some heavy lifting. Getting the body from wherever death occurred to the place where he-or she-wrapped her in the old linen cloths. Then removed the lid of the limestone box, or at least had to slide it open and back into place.”

“Help us, doc. What’s your point?” We had parked on Columbus Avenue.

“Amylase. Possibly on the deceased’s clothing. Or the linen. Maybe even on the exterior of the sarcophagus.”

“Remind me. Amylase?”

“It’s an enzyme found in body fluids. Saliva, tears-”

“We’re not gaining any ground with this crew if I suggest the killer cried at the crime scene or kissed her good-bye.” My impatience was palpable.

“And sweat,” Kestenbaum said, finishing his sentence. “The person who did these things is very likely to have perspired, and we might well have a fair amount of DNA if his sweaty hands were on the clothing or coffin.”

“You’ll know-?”

“It’s a very sophisticated test that we aren’t equipped to do here. We’re outsourcing the evidence to a private lab in Maryland.”

“Best-case scenario?”

“We might be able to tell you who lifted Grooten’s body into the box and closed the lid on her.”

35

We entered the museum on West Seventy-seventh Street, heading directly for the basement offices of the joint bestiary exhibition. I called Laura as we walked, and she patched me through to Clem.

“All quiet.”

“Give this one a try. Not a group mailing, but just to a few of them. The ones who’ve been answering personally. Tell them that the police want a sample of your DNA. Say that you’ve been told there was evidence that was found with Katrina’s body, okay?”

“Was there really-?”

“I don’t mean to be rude, Clem, but I can’t answer your questions now. I can only ask for your help.”

We sent her back to work and continued on our way. Security buzzed the group at work belowground, and minutes later, Zimm appeared to lead us downstairs. Mercer had arrived about a quarter of an hour earlier. The three of us left the graduate student in his office and made our way down the dark hallway to the conference room in which the Met curators were working. Erik Poste and Hiram Bellinger rose to greet us and Gaylord finished a telephone conversation before extending a hand.

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