As it turned out, she needn’t have worried. The guard was nowhere in sight.

That’s not a good sign, she thought uneasily.

He wouldn’t have left on his own without being relieved; at least, she couldn’t imagine him doing that knowing full well that she was in the tunnels. That meant that something had happened to him.

He probably ran into the same bastard that I did.

If that was the case, he could be lying somewhere unconscious, perhaps even seriously injured. She couldn’t leave without looking for him.

It didn’t take very long. She found the police officer lying against the far side of the ticket booth, a thick trickle of blood leaking from the swollen lump on the side of his head. His breathing was steady enough, she was relieved to discover. Annja used his radio to make an Officer Down call to headquarters. When they asked her to identify herself, she broke the connection. The officer was starting to stir so she got up, and walked off without a backward glance. It wasn’t the most Good Samaritan–like thing to do, but all she wanted was to return to her hotel and take a hot bath to ease the aches and pains out of her muscles. She wouldn’t get that if she had to spend the next three hours downtown answering questions.

Back at her hotel, she had room service send up hot chocolate and some croissants. While she waited, she took the ring from the pocket of her jeans, cleaned it off and held it up to the light for a good look.

It was a man’s signet ring, just as she’d thought. The stone set in its face was a deep crimson in color that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. It had been gently cut, with a beveled face and eight short sides. The gold itself was unadorned. She suspected it was Parker’s, but it could also have belonged to whomever he had been meeting there. There was no way of telling at this point. She slipped the ring into a little glassine envelope and then tucked it inside one of the zippered pockets of her backpack.

Her snack arrived, so she signed the check, locked the door behind her and devoured the food. Then she headed into the bathroom where she had drawn a bath. She stripped off her clothes and climbed into the water for some relaxation. She’d been going nonstop ever since she’d left for the dojo that morning and her body was telling her to take it easy or else. The hot water soothed her tired limbs the same way the hot chocolate had her throat.

When she was clean and relaxed, she climbed into bed and was asleep in what felt like seconds.

9

Given the type of activity that went on at the Museum of Natural History on a daily basis, as well as the priceless nature of some of the artifacts that were cleaned and restored within its walls, the lab there had a highly sophisticated alarm system designed to prevent unauthorized entrance to the facility. The alarm was the pride of the museum’s director, for he had spent nearly two years on the research and testing that went into selecting the product they had finally decided to install. It was, the manufacturer said, the best of the best and perfect for protecting a facility such as this.

The three men who entered the lab at half past two that morning went through it like butter.

The fact that they had the sixteen-digit code that was needed to render the alarm system inoperable made things a bit easier.

Once inside the lab, one of the men moved to the drawer containing Captain Parker’s remains. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t pull out any of the other drawers looking for the right one, but went immediately to his intended target, like a man who knew precisely what it was he was looking for and where it could be found. He opened the canvas duffel bag he was carrying and started placing the captain’s remains into the sack.

As he was doing so, his two companions were carefully scouring the lab for any trace that the long-missing Confederate soldier’s remains had ever graced the building with its presence. Papers, thumb drives, video cards—if it could possibly contain any information about the discovery of the dead man’s remains it was picked up and dropped into a sack identical to the first. Within ten minutes the three men had searched the entire lab and removed everything that might possibly contain any information relative to the discovery of Captain Parker’s body. When they were finished the leader gave a quick nod to the other two and what had once been a carefully organized search-and-retrieval mission turned into a free-for-all as they set about ruthlessly destroying everything they could get their hands on. Computer monitors were thrown to the floor and then stomped under foot. Desks were overturned and the contents of their drawers scattered throughout the room. High-tech spectrometry equipment costing hundreds of thousands of dollars was covered with foam from the wall-mounted fire extinguishers and then smashed with what was left of the desk chairs.

It became like a game to them, seeing who could cause the most destruction in the shortest amount of time. It wasn’t long before the room was practically unrecognizable.

Finally, their energy spent and their job complete, the three men left the same way they came in, with no one the wiser.

10

When Annja arrived at the museum early the next morning, she was met with a scene of confusion. Several law enforcement vehicles were parked outside the entrance and when she tried to use the temporary pass Bernard had given her to gain access, she was politely informed by a uniformed officer that she would have to wait.

“It’s okay, I’m expected,” she told him.

The officer wasn’t impressed, and told her that they had a “situation” on their hands, and that all unnecessary personnel were to wait in the lobby.

The officer’s emphasis on the word unnecessaryirked her enough that she let her irritation show. “Wait for what, exactly?” she asked.

“Wait for someone to come get you,” was the reply.

“Can you at least call down and let Dr. Reinhardt know I’m here waiting?”

“No. Sorry.”

Yeah, I’ll just bet you are, she thought.

It seemed that something was terribly wrong. There was no way she was just going to stand and wait; she’d be here all day. If the officer wouldn’t call down to the lab, she’d just have to do it herself. She pulled out her cell phone and called Bernard’s office.

The phone rang several times and then went to voice mail.

She hung up without leaving a message and tried again. “Come on, Bernard,” she coaxed beneath her breath as she waited for him to answer.

No luck.

Annja was trying to figure out what to do next when she caught sight of Commissaire Laroche crossing the lobby behind the police line.

“Commissaire!” she called. “Henri!”

He turned at the sound of his first name, recognized her and made his way across the room.

“What can I do for you, Miss Creed?”

Annja smiled, trying to ease the tension she could see on his face. Something must have happened to one of the museum’s pieces, she thought.

“I’m sure you have your hands full with whatever this all is,” she began, waving her hand to indicate the police officers milling about, “but I’m due to continue work on the Metro skeleton with Bernard and the officer on duty won’t let me past the police tape.”

Henri stared at her for a long moment, his expression inscrutable.

“You haven’t heard, have you?”

Her stomach clenched as anxiety shot through her. “Bernard? Is he…?”

“Professor Reinhardt is fine, Miss Creed,” Laroche said gently, putting a hand on her arm as he realized the distress his offhand comment had caused her. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to alarm you.”