"They were very close," Dora went on.
"Your son and his friends?" I encouraged.
Dora smiled the first smile I"d seen on her face. "Such inquisitive minds. Always reading. Always questioning. Arguing. All night, some times."
"What was the priest"s name?" I asked.
Dora gave a tight shake of her head.
"He was from the Beauce. I remember that. He called us zayde zayde and and bubbe. bubbe."
"Where did your son meet this priest?"
"Yeshiva University."
"In New York?"
Dora nodded. "Avram and Yossi had just graduated from McGill. Avram was much more spiritual back then. He was studying to be a rabbi. This priest was taking courses in Near Eastern religions, or some such thing. They were drawn to each other, being the only Canadians, I suppose."
Dora"s eyes drifted.
"Was he a priest then?" she said more to herself than to us. "Or did he become a priest later?" Dora"s fingers tightened. Her hand trembled. "Oh, dear. Oh, my."
Miriam stepped toward Ryan.
"Detective, I really must object."
Ryan caught my eye. We both rose.
Miriam sent Ryan off with a carbon copy of her earlier adieu.
"Find who did this, Detective, but please don"t upset my mother-in-law when she is alone."
"First, she seemed more in reverie than upset. Second, I can"t have such limits on my investigation. But we will attempt to be kind."
Nothing for me.
Back in the car Ryan wondered why I"d asked about Lerner.
"I haven"t a clue," I said.
"Good impulse," he said.
"Good impulse," I agreed.
We also agreed that Lerner deserved follow-up.
While Ryan drove, I listened to my messages.
Three.
All from Jake Drum.
I"ve got contact information for Yossi Lerner. Call me.
I"ve talked to Yossi Lerner. Call me.
Amazing news. Call me.
Each "call me" was more agitated than the one before.
I told Ryan.
"Call the man," he said.
"You think?"
"Yes. I want more on Lerner."
"I"m anxious to hear what Jake"s learned, but I"ll be home shortly. I"d rather wait and talk on a land line. Mobile to mobile is worse than phoning Zambia."
"Have you phoned Zambia?"
"I can never get through."
Ten minutes later, Ryan dropped me at my condo.
"I"ve got a stakeout this weekend, and I"m already late." He took my chin in his hands and thumbed my cheeks. "Stay on this Lerner thing. Let me know what Jake"s got."
"Heart-thumping surveillance," I said.
"You know what I"d rather surveil," he said.
"I"m not sure that"s a word."
Ryan kissed me.
"I"ll owe you," he said.
"I"ll collect," I said.
Ryan headed back to Wilfrid Derome. I headed inside.
After greeting Birdie and Charlie, I changed into jeans, and made a cup of Earl Grey. Then I took the handset to the sofa and punched in Jake"s number.
He answered on the first ring.
"You"re still in France?" I asked.
"Yes."
"You"re going to be late for your own dig."
"They won"t start without me. I"m the boss."
"I forgot that."
"What I"m finding here is much more important."
Birdie hopped into my lap. I stroked his head. He shot a leg and started licking his toes.
"I"ve spoken with Yossi Lerner."
"I guessed that from your messages."
"Lerner still lives in Paris. He"s from Quebec."
It had to be the Yossi Lerner that Dora remembered.
"Lerner was working at the museum when the Masada skeleton was there as a part-timer while researching his doctoral thesis. Are you ready for this?"
"Cut the drama, Jake."
"This"ll grab you by the throat."
It did.
10.
"LET ME BACK UP A MINUTE. THIS L LERNER"S KIND OF A STRANGE duck. No family. Lives with a ferret. Does pickup archaeology. Israel. Egypt. Jordan. Goes in on grant money, runs a dig, writes a report, moves on. Does a lot of salvage work," Jake said. duck. No family. Lives with a ferret. Does pickup archaeology. Israel. Egypt. Jordan. Goes in on grant money, runs a dig, writes a report, moves on. Does a lot of salvage work," Jake said.
"Save what you can before they bulldoze for the bypa.s.s."
"Exactly."
"Is Lerner affiliated with any inst.i.tution?"
"He"s had some temporary appointments, but says he"s never been interested in a permanent position. Finds it too confining."
"That regular income can be a burden."
"The guy"s definitely not into money. Lives in a seventeenth-century walk-up built as a barracks for musketeers. Whole apartment"s about the size of a Buick. Access is via a winding stone staircase. Nice view of Notre-Dame, though."
"So you went to see him?"
"When I phoned, he said he worked nights, invited me over. We spent two hours celebrating the Sun King."
"Meaning?"
"We did serious damage to a bottle of Martell VSOP Medaillon."
"How old is this guy?"
"Late fifties, maybe."
Avram Ferris was fifty-six.
"Jewish?"
"Not as fervently as in his youth."
"What"s his story?"
"Lerner?"
"No, Jake. Louis the Fourteenth."
I leaned back. Birdie scootched up onto my chest.
"Lerner was cool initially, but after the fourth snifter he was talking like a convert at Betty Ford. You don"t want to hear about the thing with the pianist, do you?"
"No."
"Lerner worked at the Musee de l"Homme from seventy-one until seventy-four, while researching his dissertation."
"Topic?"
"The Dead Sea scrolls."
"Probably didn"t take the Essenes that long to write them."
"Lerner takes things slowly. And seriously. Back then he was taking Judaism very seriously."
"Miss pianist change that?"
"Who said anything about a miss?"
"Get to the Masada bones."
"In seventy-two Lerner was asked to a.s.sist in inventorying a number of museum collections. In doing so he came across a file containing a shipping invoice and the photo of a skeleton."
"The invoice suggested the bones came from Masada?"