Chapters (40)
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
"What if there are no relatives?"
"By comparing the sequencing from the Myrtle Beach bones to that found in the St-Basile-le-Grand bones we'l at least know if al the remains come from the same individual. If they do we have essential y identified the Myrtle Beach bones because we have a firm ID on the Montreal skul . But I would like to get a DNA."
"What if there's no DNA?"
"I've already had microscope slides made from one of the St. Basile thigh bones. When I get back I'l do the same with these samples, then I'l examine everything under high-powered magnification."
"What wil that tel you?"
"Age, for one thing. I'l see if that's consistent between the two sets of remains. I'l also look for details in microstructure that might be useful."
It was almost one when we'd labeled and numbered the four specimens and Kate had done the paperwork necessary to release them to me. We decided to grab a quick lunch before tackling the case file. Over cheeseburgers and fries at the local Wendy's she related what was known of Savannah Osprey's last hours.
According to the parents, Savannah had had a routine week. Her health was good and she was looking forward to an event at her school, though they couldn't remember what it was. On the day of her disappearance she spent the early afternoon studying for a math exam, but didn't appear particularly anxious about it. Around two she said she needed something at the drugstore, and left the house on foot. They never saw her again.
"At least that was Daddy's version," Kate concluded.
"He was at home that day?"
"Until around three-thirty, when he made a pickup in Wilmington, then set out for Myrtle Beach. The departure time was confirmed by his employer He showed up a little late with the delivery but blamed the delay on traffic."
"Were you able to search the house or truck?"
"Nope. We had nothing on him, so we could never get a warrant."
"And the mother?"
"Brenda. She's another piece of work."
Kate took a bite of burger then wiped her mouth with a paper napkin.
"Brenda was working that day. I think she cleaned motel rooms. According to her statement, when she returned at five the house was empty She didn't begin to worry until it got dark and Savannah didn't cal or show up. By midnight Mama was panicked and reported her daughter missing."
She drained her Coke.
"Brenda was cooperative for about two days, then did a complete reversal and decided her daughter had taken off with friends. From then on it was like talking to a frozen pork roast. It was the Shal otte PD that contacted us and eventual y got the NCIC info from Savannah's doctors and dentist. That's normal y the job of the parent or guardian."
"Why the about-face?"(XXXX)
"Dwayne probably threatened her."
"What happened to him?"