“That’s an amazing dog she’s got there. Tell her thanks on behalf of the Bureau, will you?”

“I will.”

“You know, I never got to ask you: How did you find this graveyard in the first place?”

Nick hesitated. “I did a little digging in the library. I ran across some historical references to a graveyard by a lake shaped like a dog’s leg.”

“Clever. Did you come up with that all by yourself ?”

Nick blinked. “You pulled my cell phone records, didn’t you?”

Danny looked at his PDA. “Carlyn Shaw—master’s candidate in Economic History at the University of Virginia. Did you know she graduated from high school second in a class of 698? That’s one smart cookie.”

“Now aren’t you the clever one. Actually, I’m glad you mentioned her—I’ve been meaning to give you this.” Nick took a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Danny.

“What’s this?”

“A payment requisition—I promised her thirty bucks an hour. Believe me, it was a bargain.”

Danny looked at the sheet and nodded. “Okay, I’ll put this through— she earned it. So tell me: Were you planning on sharing this information with me or just keeping it to yourself and sticking me with the check?”

“I wasn’t ‘keeping it to myself ’—it just wasn’t relevant anymore. You’ve got the graveyard; does it really matter how I found out about it?”

“Is there anything else I should know about, Nick? While it’s still relevant, I mean.”

“Nothing comes to mind.”

“Who was that on the phone just now?”

“Why ask me? You’ve got my phone records.”

“That’s right, I do.” He checked his PDA again. “What a coincidence— Carlyn Shaw at the University of Virginia. What did she want?”

“She wants a check from you. I told her it was in the mail, so put a rush on it, will you?”

“Anything else?”

“Tell the Bureau if they’ve got any sense they’ll get down to Charlottesville and hire that woman—they could use people like her. Throw some money at her; she’s probably up to her neck in student loans, and she won’t pay them off with a history degree.”

“Thanks for the advice—I’ll pass it on. What are your plans this evening?”

“Why? Do you want to hang out with me?”

“Just curious.”

“I’m planning to stick close to Alena. We haven’t found this guy yet—and I have a feeling he’ll be looking for her.”

Two hours later Carlyn heard a knock at her apartment door. She shut off the water in the kitchen sink and shouted, “Who is it?”

There was no answer.

She wiped her hands on a dish towel and walked to the door. “Who’s there?”

There was a second knock.