Last Breath

16

D aria sat in the wicker chair, her feet propped up on the matching ottoman, a cool drink in her hand, and a pounding inside her head. For all Mia’s efforts to make her as comfortable as possible, Daria just wanted to rest her head and cry. The former was doable. The latter would have to wait until she was alone. She’d never been particularly comfortable sharing her emotions.

“What else can I get you?” Mia asked.

“Nothing, thank you.” Daria put the glass down on the table next to her. “And thanks again for bringing me home.”

“Don’t mention it. Now, how about another pillow, or…well, I guess a blanket isn’t necessary, since it’s about eighty degrees in here.”

“Opening the windows and turning on the fan helped.” Daria glanced up at the fan that was whirling over their heads. “I think the room will cool off if we give it a few more minutes.”

“This is a really great room. If this were my house, I’d live out here.” Mia sat in a rocking chair across from Daria. “I guess you spend a lot of time out here.”

“I love it. It was built as a conservatory, and it’s easy to imagine the room filled with leafy plants, and flowering things.” Daria gazed around the room, imagining just that. “But I’ve hardly been in here at all. We’ve been so busy since I discovered the thefts from the museum, then Connor arrived and we started looking up the collectors, and the next thing you know, we discovered several of them were dead-murdered.”

“For someone not used to that sort of pace, I can see where it would be distressing.” Mia nodded. “But one thing I’ve learned over the years, it all passes, sooner or later. One case ends, the next one begins.”

“How long have you been in the FBI?”

“I was in for nine years. I left the Bureau about a month ago.” Mia began to fidget, picking at the paper label on her bottle of root beer.

“Were you just tired of it, or…” Daria wasn’t sure how to continue, or if she should.

“Tired of it in the sense that I’d seen enough bad stuff to last a lifetime or two.” Mia took a long drink from the bottle. “Or three. It just got to me after a while. All the suffering. All the terrible things people do to one another. I just had to step back from it for a time.”

“Do you think you’ll go back?”

“To the Bureau?” Mia shook her head. “No. But I will stay in law enforcement.”

“In what capacity?”

“I’m applying for a job as a small-town cop,” Mia said, grinning, “in a little town on Maryland ’s Eastern Shore.”

“After years with the FBI, will that be too slow a pace for you?”

“Nah. I love the town, and I am so ready for that change. Besides, the chief of police is a hunk.”

“Oh.” Daria laughed. “I guess that’s incentive.”

“More than enough.” Mia gathered the paper scraps and rose to take them and the empty bottle to the kitchen. “Can I bring you anything?”

“No, thanks, Mia. The sandwich was just enough.”

“I’ll bring the cookies back, just in case.”

Mia stepped over Sweet Thing on her way out of the room. The dog had planted herself in the doorway like a furry sentinel, as if to say, You’ll have to go through me to get to Daria, and Daria took some comfort knowing her canine companion was on guard duty. Of course, the fact that Mia was armed added to Daria’s comfort level.

All at once, Sweet Thing rose, a deep growl beginning somewhere deep inside like thunder, her gaze fixed on the door.

“It’s okay, girl, it’s me,” Connor called to the dog as he came through the kitchen. “Good girl.”

He paused in the doorway to pet the dog and praise her. “Way to be on the case, Sweet Thing.”

To Daria, he said, “How are you feeling? Head still throbbing?”

“Unfortunately, yes. Not as bad as yesterday, though.”

“Did you take the medication the doctor gave you?”

“Not yet, but I will. I didn’t want to fall asleep on Mia. She’s been so nice.”

“Yeah, she has her moments.” Connor lifted Daria’s legs by the crossed ankles and sat on the ottoman at her feet.

“I heard that.” Mia came into the room, carrying a plate with a sandwich wrapped in butcher’s paper and a plastic container. “We got you roast beef on rye and some potato salad. Pull that table closer, Con.”

He did as he was told and Mia placed everything on the table for him.

“Can I get you a beer?”

“No, thanks, Mia. I have a meeting in about ten minutes on the other side of campus. I really appreciate you thinking of me when it came to food.”

“We found a really great deli on our way back from the hospital. It’s right down there in the middle of town, so we stopped for sandwiches. Neither Daria nor I felt like having a large meal tonight.” Mia turned to Daria. “Would you like me to get your meds for you now? You must be ready to take something for the pain.”

“I probably am,” Daria admitted and started to get up. “But I can get it.”

“You stay put. I don’t mind.” Mia started toward the door.

“Hey, this is a side of you I’ve never seen before. I like it. I’ve never seen you wait on anyone before.”

“It’s a whole new me,” Mia told him as she left the room. “It’s living the small-town life, what can I say?”

“She was just telling me she’d left the FBI,” Daria said.

Connor nodded. “She needed to do that. She’d seen too much in too few years. It was time for her to move on, maybe find some peace in her life.”

“Do you think she will?”

“I think she has. She’s looking forward to starting a new job in the fall-maybe she’s told you about that?”

When Daria nodded, he continued. “Got herself a new guy, a great guy. I think she’s going to be okay.”

“I hope so. I like her a lot.”

“Yeah, she’s all right.”

Daria could tell by the way he said it that he thought his cousin was more than just all right.

He unwrapped the sandwich and began to eat.

“Anything new to tell me?” she asked.

Connor finished chewing, swallowed, and said, “I stopped at the library after I left the hospital and had a chat with the local chief of police.”

Daria listened intently as Connor filled her in on how the killer had gotten the people in the library to leave.

“Wasn’t there a real guard there?” Mia asked as she came back into the room with a small tray.

“Yes, but he’d gone into the basement to check on an open door and was bashed over the head,” Connor told her.

“Was he killed?” she asked.

“No, just knocked out for a while, much like Daria. Though he had a few more stitches than she does,” he replied.

“At least he’s alive. How’d the door get opened?”

“That’s one thing I can’t find an easy explanation for. There’s no way to jimmy it from outside. I have to think someone on the inside either left it open by accident-maybe went out by the back door and didn’t close it all the way-or someone deliberately opened it for the killer.”

“Which means an accomplice.”

“There has to be more than one person working this thing. I’m seeing two, maybe three.”

“Like some kind of ring.” Mia bit the cuticle on one finger. “Have you given any thought to this being an organized theft operation? You know, stealing valuable artifacts to resell them to other collectors?”

“Why would they target these specific artifacts?” Daria asked.

“Because they’re very rare-didn’t you say the things in the museum basement are the only known artifacts from Shandihar?” Mia asked. “If you’re going to steal to sell on the black market, why not steal the stuff that’s going to bring you the greatest return for your effort?”

“It feels like more than a simple theft,” Daria told her. “You have these ritualistic killings. Whoever is behind this knows the Shandiharan culture well enough to know how they punished people they felt had committed some sort of transgression. That greatly limits the pool of suspects.”

“Could be a combination of both, though,” Connor said thoughtfully. “Maybe someone with inside knowledge who’s out to make a killing-no pun intended-on the black market. But at this point, I think we need to consider all possibilities.”

Mia set the small metal tray on the table she’d earlier pulled over for Connor. “I hope you don’t mind me going through the kitchen cupboards, but I thought if I could find a little tray, I could bring everything in at the same time.”

“I don’t mind at all. I’m grateful for your help.”

“Here’s a bottle of water for you”-she handed it to Connor-“and here’s one for you, Daria, along with those painkillers you’ve been avoiding. I can tell by the expression on your face that you’re not very comfortable right now.”

“I should probably take them now.” Daria reached for the small orange container Mia held out to her.

“In other news, I had a chat with Stefano Korban a little while ago,” Connor said.

“He’s the archaeologist on the faculty here?” Daria popped the pills into her mouth and swallowed them with some water.

“Right. Daria, what do you know about Sabina Bokhari?”

“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.”

“Had you met them before?”

“Yes, of course. They’ve both been around forever. Nora Gannon’s a legacy, if you follow.”

“I don’t.”

“Her father and her grandfather were both Howe graduates. They both served on the board.”

“And the other trustee?”

“Olivia Masters.” Sabina nodded. “She’s a Howe alum, and she lives right outside Howeville. She volunteered to be the new public relations person for the university, at least until this is resolved.”

“So Louise invited you and Stefano to come in and be part of this impromptu meeting.” So far, Sabina’s story matched Stefano’s perfectly.

“Yes. She said she was just getting ready to call Daria to come over when we arrived.”

“Was there anyone else?” he asked. “Anyone else she was going to call that you know of?”

“No.” She shook her head slowly.

“You were away for the summer on a dig with some students. Was the dig sponsored by Howe?”

“Howe and three other universities.”

“You were away for how long?”

“Eight weeks. It would have been twelve, but when I heard about what was happening here, I told Louise I’d come back early. There were other archaeologists on the site-I don’t feel that my leaving was detrimental to the students.”

“I was wondering about when you left…where were you again?”

“In Turkey.”

“That’s where Shandihar was, right?”

“We were in northeastern Turkey. Shandihar was located in the south of Turkey. Of course, it’s been buried under sand since the earthquake early in the last century, so who knows exactly where it is.”

“Rumor has it that you do.”

She appeared to be taken off guard, but only for a moment.

“Oh, you’ve been talking to Stefano.” She waved a hand dismissively. “Yes, I did tell him that I’d like to be the one to find the city again. Me and five hundred other people in the field.”

“Five hundred other people are not head of the archaeology department at the university where every known artifact from Shandihar is housed.”

“For me to deny that I knew the McGowan collection was here would be an insult to your intelligence, and mine. Yes, of course I knew about it when I sent my résumé in to Louise several years ago.”

“I wasn’t aware that the whole Shandihar thing was widely known. I was under the impression that Alistair McGowan and his find were pretty much forgotten after his death. How did you hear about it?”

“In this country, yes, it isn’t a story that’s widely known, that’s true. But I grew up in Turkey, Pakistan, Afghanistan -my father was a professor of ancient history and taught in several universities. So I’d hear things, you know, legends, stories, that sort of thing. I picked up a book in a bazaar in Turkey when I was about thirteen, and I read about this city that everyone had believed was made-up, but then it was found by a foreigner who took away with him everything he could move.”

“I imagine that didn’t sit well with the Turks,” he said. “That this entire culture had been taken from them.”

“The old people in the region said the earthquake buried the city again because the goddess was angry that her treasures had been stolen, that her temples had not been safeguarded.” She smiled at him. “I was quite impressionable at thirteen, Agent Shields. I read about how Alistair McGowan found Shandihar by reading the ancient epic poems and studying all the legends, so I did the same. I read what he’d read, and I dreamed about finding the city again someday.”

“So you know about Ereshkigal?”

“Of course. And I know how her priestesses punished sinners.” She slashed at one wrist with the side of her hand.

“Why didn’t you mention this to me when I met you in the hospital?”

“For one thing, I was afraid it would move me to the top of your suspect list.”

“You think?” he replied sarcastically.

“Do you honestly think I killed those people? That I cut off their hands and cut out their tongues and stole their artifacts?”

“You seem to know a lot about it.”

Sabina rolled her eyes. “Everyone who watched the press conference this morning knows that much. The detective from Delaware was quite graphic in his description of the manner in which those people were killed.”

“He should not have done that.” Connor grimaced.

“Not my fault, Agent Shields.” Her voice held a snap he hadn’t noticed earlier. “The detective described the couple as being athletic, and the man as rather large. Do you really think I’m capable of subduing two such people, then killing them both? In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m five feet five inches tall and I weigh one hundred and fourteen pounds. I’m in good shape, but I’m no match for people such as the ones the detective described. And besides, I’ve been out of the country, as you know.”

“You could have had accomplices.” Connor shrugged. “I imagine it wouldn’t be too difficult for you to get a guy-or two-to do things for you.”

“And my motive would be…?”

Connor shrugged. “Maybe you fancy yourself one of those gallas and you believe you’re working for the goddess. Or maybe you read Alistair’s journals and took a look at what was in the basement of the museum, figured out what was missing, and decided you’d get it all back and sell it on the black market.” He was throwing out the theories he’d earlier tossed around with Mia and Daria.

“I think that’s enough.” Her dark eyes flashed. “Am I a suspect in this, Agent Shields?”

“Everyone at Howe is a suspect, Dr. Bokhari.”

“Then you should probably leave.” She stood, her earlier courtesy now gone.

“Were you upset when you found out that Daria had been asked to come in and oversee the restoration of the museum?”

“Of course I was upset.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m qualified to do the job. I am head of the department here, but they brought her in because her name was McGowan. So yes, I was upset, and frankly, I was embarrassed by the fact that I’d been overlooked for the position. And then, to make matters worse, she finds that important pieces from the collection are missing.”

“Why does that make matters worse?”

“Because I like her. I respect her for who she is, but I also like her. I’d hate for her to think that I’m an idiot.”

“Why would she think that?”

“Because I’m the head of the department and this happened on my watch.”

“If you’re referring to the theft of the artifacts, I can assure you that happened long before you came to Howe. The murders, on the other hand, they’re definitely on your watch.”

She stared at him.

“I think I’d like you to leave now.” She opened the door for him.

“Does Louise know about your fascination with Shandihar?” he asked as he crossed the room.

“No.” She smiled wryly as she ushered him into the hall. “Though I suspect she will before much longer.”

“One more thing,” he started to ask. “When did you first find out that artifacts had been stolen from the-”

She slammed the door in his face.

“Okay, then,” he murmured. “Thanks for your time.”