One Grave Too Many Part 46

Diane thanked him again and pushed the disconnect b.u.t.ton.

"They're going to fax my computer with a list of sites," said Jonas from his office. Diane went back and sat in the comfortable chair, closing her eyes, grateful that the sheriff, at least, knew what his job was. "You need someplace to rest."

"I . . ." She was interrupted by a knock on Jonas' door. "I hope that's Korey."

Jonas opened the door slightly as if checking credentials before letting anyone in. It was Korey and a pet.i.te woman with short salt-and-pepper hair and a face much younger than her gray hair suggested.

"This is Dr. Allison Onfroi, an art historian from the Metropolitan Museum of Art."

Diane rose and greeted her. "We're glad you could come to look at our murals."

"I am just mesmerized by them."

"So they are authentic Robert Camdens?"

"Oh, no question."

Diane and Korey grinned at each other.

"These are those wonderful dinosaur and Pleistocene paintings?" asked Jonas. "I go in the rooms sometimes and just sit and look at them."

Dr. Onfroi nodded. "I find his work, though some of my colleagues disagree, similar in mood to William Trost Richards. Of course, they both were American Pre-Raphaelites. Richards created such emotion with his realism. Camden does the same for me. Most people don't know him-he was never in favor in his own time, partly because of his rather strange insistence on inserting those whimsical unicorns in his paintings, juxtaposing the utter realism with the utter unreal. Now people identify with that."

"Were wall murals his usual work?" asked Diane.

"It turned out that way. He had to make a living painting ill.u.s.trations and murals for buildings. Most haven't survived. And there weren't that many of his other works. Your paintings are the best I've seen. I'd love to work with Korey on protecting them for you."

"Allison had another interesting tidbit of news," said Korey. "It seems that several months ago, someone from the Heron Museum of Art was asked to have a look at a collection of Camden murals for a museum."

"It was all very secretive, as a lot of our work is."

"Grayson," said Diane.

"I'm sure," said Korey. "I told Allison about the secret plans to buy the museum building and move us somewhere else."

"I wish I could say I was shocked," said Allison Onfroi, "but I've seen a lot of underhandedness going on in the art world. I'm sure the Heron thought it was on the up-and-up. I deal with them a lot, and they'd be shocked to know what they were a party to."

"I've booked Allison into a Sudwith's bed and breakfast," said Korey.

"Oh, you'll like that," said Diane. "Thanks again for coming. I look forward to working with you on this project."

Before they left, Korey handed Diane a piece of paper. It was Dr. Onfroi's appraisal of the monetary value of the paintings. Diane stared hard at it for a moment and put it in her pocket.

Chapter 47

Andie arrived on their heels, carrying a folder. "Donald made his decision," she said, handing Diane the folder. "I also brought you the original museum budget for comparison."

"Thanks, Andie. How is Donald?"

"Odd, even for him. I gave him your message and he sat for the longest time, stroking that desk of his. I thought maybe he'd been going quietly nuts all this time and this was somehow the final straw." Andie shook her head. "I don't know. He really took your attack hard. Hard enough it made me suspicious of him-but if the attack on you was about the skeleton, I don't see how that makes any sense."

"It might, if he thought it was connected with the Graysons." Diane told Andie what Mike had related to her about the switched drinks.

"Why, that flashy, trashy b.i.t.c.h," said Andie. "Can't you have her arrested?"

"For what? Apparently, she's the one who ended up with the drug."

"Serves her right. Why would they go to such lengths?"

"This." Diane handed her the paper Korey had given her. Jonas looked over her shoulder. She watched both their eyes widen until they were almost round. Andie, with her remarkably curly hair, looked like Little Orphan Annie.

Between the sheriff and Korey, Diane was feeling optimistic for the first time in a while. There were still a couple of hours to go before the meeting, so she sat down and relaxed with Jonas and their game of chess. It was a lot more fun sitting at the chess board than E-mailing moves back and forth.

Korey knocked on the door and came in just as Jonas captured Diane's queen with his rook.

"Looks like you're in trouble, Dr. F.," said Korey, looking at the chess board.

"It's not over until it's over," said Diane.

"Andie sent me to escort you to the meeting," he said.

"Escort me?"

"You're supposed to be in the hospital."

"OK. It's time, then." She turned to Jonas. "Well, I suppose the endgame is starting."

"You talking about the museum or chess?"

"Both."

Jonas chuckled. "For our game, you could resign now."

Diane smiled and left with Korey to go up to the third-floor meeting room. In the lobby they met Mark and Signy Grayson, who both looked surprised and a little disappointed at seeing her.

"You must not have been as bad off as people have been saying," said Mark.

"I'm very sorry to disappoint you. I'm injured but not dead. And how is your cold, Signy? I've been concerned about you after that strange episode after the party. I hope you've changed your cold medication."

"I'm fine, thank you." She gave a thin smile, and Diane noticed that both she and Mark eyed her closely.

"I'm going to the meeting room," said Mark. "I'll see you there, Diane. Glad you could make it."

Diane watched him stride confidently to the conference room. She started to follow, but the elevator doors opened and Vanessa Van Ross stepped into the lobby.

"Mrs. Van Ross," acknowledged Signy. "You're looking well. I've seen your limousine at the hospital more than once. I feared you were ill."

"No. I've just been visiting the Center for Research on Aging there at the hospital."

"Looking into the latest research on longevity?" Signy gave her a bright smile.

"My dear, are you hoping I'll hurry and move on to the next world and make s.p.a.ce for you and your husband?"

"Nonsense. Why would we want that?"

"You think if I were gone, Diane would be more vulnerable-in fact, you think many of Mark's other real estate ventures would be easier. I've been a thorn in his side for quite a while, opposing all those zoning changes he wants."

"I think you're just oversensitive. We don't wish you ill."

"Good, then you'll be happy to know that not only is my mother still alive and kicking, so is my grandmother."

"Your grandmother? That's not possible," said Signy.

"Yes, dear, it is. If you and Mark weren't so self-absorbed, you'd know that my grandmother is the second oldest person in the United States. So, dear, when you're my age I'll probably still be alive and going to those city council meetings to oppose Mark and his self-serving projects."

Diane and Vanessa left Signy standing openmouthed in the lobby. "The herpetologist is putting in an interesting exhibit," she heard Korey telling Signy.

Almost everyone was in the meeting room when Diane entered. They all greeted her with surprise and sympathy. Her usual seat was vacant, and Craig and Mark had taken up their positions on either side of her.

She sat on one end; Vanessa Van Ross on the other. If it were chess, Vanessa would be the queen defending her king-the museum. She was the one who wielded the greatest power for Diane's side. Diane wasn't sure what she was-a p.a.w.n, perhaps. No, a knight. A good guard with power to move in creative ways.

She looked at the faces of her board members as they studied Mark's figures.

"Good to see you," said Kenneth. "How's that computer working out?"

"Great," said Diane. "I love it. I loaned it to Frank. I told him his unit should get some."

"That's my girl," said Kenneth. "It's a honey of a computer."

Laura entered, out of breath. "Diane. I went by the hospital and they told me you'd left temporarily. Are you all right?"

"I'm doing fine. The doctor wants me to spend the night there, so I have to go back. He suspects I have internal injuries."

"Should you be here at all?" said Harvey Phelps. "You look pale."

"This won't take long," she said.

She met Gordon Atwell's gaze. He held hers for a moment and looked back down at the figures Mark had handed out. Diane wondered if it was he or someone he told who requested "In the Hall of the Mountain King" at the reception.

"Are we all here?" she said. "Mark, I believe you have a presentation."

He stood and cleared his throat. "I have the figures Laura asked for at the last meeting. I think the numbers speak for themselves, and the museum would indeed come out ahead making a move to the Vista Building. I'll be glad to answer any questions."

"Are these figures accurate?" said Harvey Phelps. "How much were the original renovations?" He looked at Diane.

Laura frowned; so did Kenneth. His numbers did look good, but Diane had no doubt he'd fudged some of them. Only Vanessa's eyes twinkled as she fanned herself with the budget.

"I have a question," said Diane.

"All right," answered Mark.

"I don't see any mention of the museum's one hundred million dollars' worth of a.s.sets in paintings reflected in these figures. Nor do I see how you plan to accommodate them in the new building. You know, of course, I would expect to remove them before this building is sold to your investors."

Everyone except Vanessa and Mark looked, bewildered, at Diane. Vanessa still fanned herself. Mark had turned several shades of red.

"What's she talking about, Mark?" Craig Amberson frowned as he looked at Mark across the table.

"A hundred million dollars?" said Gordon Atwell. "Mark, do you know what she means?"

"Well, I I don't know," said Kenneth Myers and Harvey Phelps together. don't know," said Kenneth Myers and Harvey Phelps together.

Madge Stewart kept flipping through the pages of the budget. "I don't understand. There's nothing here about paintings. Isn't that a lot of money for paintings?"

Donald, sitting by Madge at the end of the long table, looked relieved. Diane supposed it was because in the end he'd chosen his side correctly.

"You didn't tell them, Mark?" said Diane. "You weren't going to share all that profit, were you?"

"Shut up, you f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h," Mark exploded, standing up, red-faced, staring down at Diane, looking like he wanted to strangle her.

Madge audibly sucked in her breath.

"Here, here," said Kenneth. "Mark, I think you have some explaining to do."

Diane didn't take her eyes from Mark. "In case you were wondering, Signy wasn't incompetent the night of the reception. She successfully slipped me the gla.s.s with the-was it Rohypnol?-but someone saw her and switched the gla.s.ses back." She looked at the group. "That was what that strange episode was about at the last board meeting. Signy got the drink meant to make me look like a drunken fool in front of all the contributors."

"I didn't sign on for that," said Craig Amberson, rising to face Mark.

Gordon Atwell nervously tapped his fingers on the table.

Mark took another look at Diane. She saw in the depths of his gray eyes that she'd made an enemy for life. They were so filled with hate that she wondered if it could have been him behind her attacks-just diverting attention to the skeleton because it was a handy red herring.

"Do you have anything to add to your report before we vote?" she said, not unlocking her gaze from his.

He turned and left the room.

"I'll take that as a no," said Diane after the door slammed behind him.

The remaining board members seemed to be stunned into silence.