"Yeah. I"m really enjoying the abnormal psych. The prof is so cool. And criminology"s pretty good, too. We never have to turn anything in on time."
"Hm. How"s Aubrey?"
"Who?"
"Guess that answers my question. How"s the zit?"
"Gone."
"Why are you up so early on a Sat.u.r.day?"
"I"ve got to write a paper for my crim cla.s.s. I"m going to do something on profiling, maybe bring in stuff from abnormal psych."
"I thought you never had to hand anything in on time."
"It was due two weeks ago."
"Oh."
"Can you help me think of a project for my anthro cla.s.s?"
"Sure."
"Nothing too elaborate. It"s supposed to be something I can do in one day."
I heard a beep.
"I"ve got another call, Katy. I"ll think about the project. Let me know when you"re arriving in Charlotte."
"Will do."
I clicked over and was amazed to hear Claudel"s voice.
"Claudel ici ici."
As usual there was no greeting, and he did not apologize for phoning me on Sat.u.r.day morning. He dove straight to the point.
"Has Anna Goyette returned home?"
My chest went hollow. Claudel had never called me at home. Anna must be dead.
I swallowed and answered. "I don"t think so."
"She is nineteen."
"Yes."
I saw Sister Julienne"s face. I couldn"t bear to think of telling her.
". . . caracteristiques physiques? caracteristiques physiques?"
"I"m sorry. What was that?"
Claudel repeated the question. I had no idea if Anna had any unusual physical features.
"I don"t know. I"d have to ask the family."
"When was she last seen?"
"Thursday. Monsieur Claudel, why are you asking me these questions?"
I waited out a Claudel pause. I could hear commotion in the background and guessed he was calling from the homicide squad room.
"A white female was found early this morning, naked, with no identification."
"Where?" The hollow feeling pushed against my sternum.
"ile des Surs. At the back of the island there is a wooded area and a pond. The body was found"-he hesitated-"on the water"s edge."
"Found how?" He was holding back.
Claudel considered my question for a moment. I could picture his beak nose, his close-set eyes narrowed in thought.
"The victim was murdered. The circ.u.mstances are . . ." Again the hesitation. ". . . unusual."
"Tell me." I shifted the phone to my other hand and wiped my palm on my robe.
"The body was found in an old steamer trunk. There were multiple injuries. LaManche is doing the autopsy today."
"What kinds of injuries?" I stared at a pattern of spots on my robe.
He took a deep breath. "There are multiple stab wounds and ligature marks around the wrists. LaManche suspects there has also been an animal attack."
I found Claudel"s habit of depersonalizing annoying. A white female. The victim. The body. The wrists. Not even a personal p.r.o.noun.
"And the victim may have been burned," he continued.
"Burned?"
"LaManche will know more later. He is going to do the post today."
"Jesus." Though one pathologist from the lab is on call at all times, rarely is an autopsy carried out on a weekend. I knew the murder had to be extraordinary. "How long has she been dead?"
"The body wasn"t fully frozen, so it was probably outside less than twelve hours. LaManche will try to narrow the time of death."
I didn"t want to ask the next question.
"Why do you think it could be Anna Goyette?"
"The age and description fit."
I felt a little weak.
"What physical characteristic were you referring to?"
"The victim has no lower molars."
"Were they extracted?" I felt stupid as soon as the question was out.
"Dr. Brennan, I am not a dentist. There is also a small tattoo on the right hip. Two figures holding a heart between them."
"I"ll call Anna"s aunt and get back to you."
"I can-"
"No. I"ll do it. I have something else to discuss with her."
He gave me his beeper number and hung up.
My hand trembled as I punched the digits for the convent. I saw frightened eyes gazing from below blonde bangs.
Before I could think of how to frame my questions, Sister Julienne was on the line. I spent several minutes thanking her for sending me to Daisy Jeannotte, and telling her about the journals. I was evading what I had to do, and she saw right through me.
"I know something bad has happened." Her voice was soft, but I could hear tension just below the surface.
I asked if Anna had turned up. She had not.
"Sister, a young woman has been found-"
I heard the swish of fabric and knew she was crossing herself.
"I need to ask a few personal questions about your niece."
"Yes." Barely audible.
I asked about the molars and tattoo.
The line was quiet only a second, then I was surprised to hear her laugh.
"Oh my, no, no, that isn"t Anna. Oh heavens, no, she"d never allow herself to be tattooed. And I"m certain Anna has all of her teeth. In fact she often mentions her teeth. That"s how I know. She has a lot of trouble with them, complains about pain when she eats something cold. Or hot."
The words flew in such a torrent I could almost feel her relief rush across the line.
"But, Sister, it"s possible-"
"No. I know my niece. She has all of her teeth. She isn"t happy with them, but she has them." Again the nervous laugh. "And no tattoos, thank the Lord."
"I"m glad to hear that. This young woman is probably not Anna, but perhaps it would be best to have your niece"s dental records sent over, just to be sure."
"I am sure."
"Yes. Well, perhaps to a.s.sure Detective Claudel. It can"t hurt."
"I suppose. And I will pray for that poor girl"s family."
She gave me the name of Anna"s dentist and I called Claudel back.
"She"s sure Anna didn"t have a tattoo."
"Hi, Auntie nun! Guess what? I had my a.s.s tattooed last week!"
"I agree. Not likely."
He snorted.
"But she"s absolutely certain Anna has all of her teeth. She remembers her niece complaining about toothaches."
"Who has extractions?"
My thought precisely.
"It"s usually not people with happy teeth."
"Yes."
"And this aunt also believes Anna never went off without telling her mother, right?"
"That"s what she said."
"Anna Goyette has a better act than David Copperfield. She disappeared seven times in the last eighteen months. At least that"s how many reports the mother filed."
"Oh." The hollowness spread from my breastbone to the pit of my stomach.
I asked Claudel to keep me informed, and hung up. I doubted he would.
I was showered, dressed, and in my office by nine-thirty. I finished my report on elisabeth Nicolet, describing and explaining my observations, just as I would with any forensic case. I wished I could have included information from the Belanger journals, but there just hadn"t been time to go through them.
After printing the report, I spent three hours photographing. I was tense and clumsy, and had trouble positioning the bones. At two I grabbed a sandwich from the cafeteria, and ate it as I proofed my findings on Mathias and Malachy. But my mind was focused on the phone and wouldn"t concentrate on the work at hand.
I was at the copy machine with the Belanger journals when I looked up to see Claudel.
"It is not your young lady."
I stared into his eyes. "Really?"