One Grave Too Many, page 38
Adding a forensic unit to the museum turned out to be a popular idea. Aidan Kavanagh’s father had made a large donation to it; so had Vanessa. It was stocked with the most modern equipment, and Diane had renewed her forensic affiliations, resubscribed to her forensic journals. She wished Ariel was with her, but the pain of her absence wasn’t as sharp and the memory of her face brought a smile before it brought a tear, and that was a welcome improvement.
Diane sat down at her desk in the lab and reread the letter Frank and Star sent her from Hawaii. His gift to Star for going back to school. Frank sent a picture of Star and Kevin on the beach. Diane wondered if Star would recover from the loss of her family. Frank was trying so hard to give her a life.
The phone on her desk rang and she looked at it, surprised. As far as she knew nobody had the number.
“Diane Fallon,” she said into the receiver, expecting it to be the telephone company checking up on the connection.
“Dr. Fallon. This is Sheriff Tucker over at Cherokee County. We’ve found some bones here and need your help.”
Diane felt herself smiling as she reached for a pen and paper.
Beverly Connor, One Grave Too Many
