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old bugger, I thought, to continually parry the looks of strangers and remain as oblivious as he appeared to be. Perhaps he had adopted his nose as a kind of trademark, an expression of himself. It certainly was unique.

      He rose quickly, agilely, stretching out his hand in greeting. He was a big man. He had the look of someone who had once been all muscle, taut, tight, and bull-doggish, a professional athlete, but now the discipline of daily workouts had been too much for him and his muscle had softened to fat.

      “Come in, come in,” he said with a grin, the words low, almost whispered, in a voice studiously kept under control. It was a rich deep voice, straining at the invisible brakes that forced it out as a whisper. He reached out his massive paw, and I watched in fascination as my hand completely disappeared in his.

      “We can talk in my office. Don’t want to disturb the young ’uns.” He waved his free arm vaguely in the direction of his students while still bear-pawing me, and I wondered if I’d ever see my hand again. I’d released the pressure several times, but when he didn’t respond I pressed again and then went limp. He didn’t seem to notice, but eventually, he gave me back my hand.

      As he led me back through the lab to his office I studiously kept my eyes anywhere but on those shrouded figures. The sickening smell of formaldehyde had never been so horrid. The anatomy labs I had supervised, with dead rabbits and cats, didn’t quite smell like this. I felt dizzy. Having never seen a dead human body before this year I was certainly getting my fill these last few weeks.

      We walked past shelves of books and coat hooks with lab coats covered in God knows what, to a small glassed-in area on three sides that was strategically placed to overlook the entire lab. Like a commander at the head of his troops, he commanded a full view of all the medical students.

      He held the door open for me and watched in amusement as I finally gave up to some inner need and looked up over the room of students, quietly going about the business of dissection.

      “They seem so … so …” I couldn’t find the words to describe the cool, casual way in which the students were conducting themselves, compared to the stomach-writhing mess I was going through. He was watching me with an amused quirk to his smile.

      “Relaxed? Calm? Nonchalant?”

      “Yeah, that’s it.” I turned back, glad not to have to view all those silent, shrouded figures.

      “You think so?” Duncan grinned mischievously. “They’re keyed up tighter than a wound-up toy soldier. Watch this.”

      As he spoke he picked up a metal ruler from his desktop, held it between his two fingers, stepped out the door, and let the ruler drop to the floor with a clatter. Small as the noise was, every student in the room jumped involuntarily, like a pre-programmed glitch in a computer or birds changing course in mid-flight, all in unison, and then, guiltily, as if jumping like that were an embarrassment, they went back to their dissection, pretending that nothing had happened.

      I watched in sick fascination as one student threw something at another and yelled a little too loudly and a little too forced, “Have a heart, my friend.” Dear God, was that really a heart? I thought. The following eruption of laughter sounded forced, as if by laughing at death its finality could somehow be diminished. Perhaps they needed some way of kidding themselves in order to get through it.

      Duncan’s grin was almost as big as his nose.

      “They hold it in very well — most of the time,” he chuckled. “Have to, but when you’re that keyed up — these are all first-year med students — you can’t hide your anxiety when something startles you, no matter how many crass jokes you make to hide your feelings. I’ve been teaching anatomy students two days a week for twenty-five years and that trick has never failed, even when I warn them I’m going to try it when they least expect it. It’s the ones that tell the raunchiest jokes that jump the highest. I could probably do a personality study on that — he who jumps highest is least likely to have come to terms with death. Doing the same thing in the lecture hall doesn’t even get their attention.”

      I wondered what would happen to the poor wretches if Duncan dropped a stack of books instead of a ruler. Did first-year med students know how to give cardiopulmonary resuscitation?

      He opened the door for me and motioned me inside, gently closing the door behind him. His office was small, almost as small as mine, but meticulously tidy. Every surface was piled with a neat stack of books or file folders, a computer, printer, telephone, and bookshelves of anatomy and pathology texts and forensics. A photo of Duncan in military dress stood on the windowsill. What war was that, I wondered.

      There was one other chair besides Duncan MacPherson’s plush upholstered affair — a hard, straight-backed, unpadded, uncomfortable-looking thing designed to keep visiting to a minimum. He grinned when he saw me looking at it.

      “My students would stay in here gabbing forever if they had a comfortable spot to place their butts. Now, my girl, tell me why you think his death isn’t so straightforward. An old man like myself could use some lively spice in my life.” The lilt of laughter in his words softened the intent. The last words were full of challenging amusement.

      I said, “What would you say if I told you Diamond’s body had been moved after he died?”

      Duncan shrugged. “Not much. Bears are strong. They can drag a carcass.”

      “This was over a mile of rough terrain and across a river to boot.”

      Duncan raised his eyebrows questioningly. “That, I admit, dear girl, is a bit of an aberration. You’d better explain how you think you know all this.”

      “When my brother, Ryan, and I discovered the body there was no sign of any bears having been in the area. I remember it niggled in my mind at the time, especially since there were tins of sardines, food, and drink at the campsite, even a candy bar in the tent.”

      “You mean any self-respecting bear in the area would have been expected to pillage the food pack and take the chocolate bar from the tent?”

      “That’s right. Bears are omnivores, they’ll eat anything, and their sense of smell is infamous. Just a tube of toothpaste left in a tent has been known to draw a bear.”

      “But there was no bear sign.”

      “No, there was no bear sign.”

      I then told him about my discovery of cedar twigs in Diamond’s wounds, the pupating larvae, the location of the closest cedar forest, and the theft of my disks. When I had finished, he said, “The autopsy did reveal cedar twigs in his wounds, so I can corroborate that part of your story. He certainly didn’t pick them up on a stroll through the woods. They were driven in by the bear’s claws.”

      I nodded. So far so good. “The topographical maps indicate that the nearest cedar grove to where Diamond was found is a good mile away and on the other side of the river. So I think he was moved at least that far by someone who, for some unknown reason, didn’t want his body found where he died.”

      “Intriguing. But not enough to open the case. And hardly an indication that his death was not as straightforward as it appeared. Your words, not mine. Pure conjecture. No proof.” Again that trace of amusement tinged his voice, but his face was perfectly composed, or was it because I couldn’t see anything else but the nose?

      “My career is at stake if I don’t find my disks. I’m sure they’re related in some way to Diamond’s death …” I paused, and out it came totally unbidden. “At least I didn’t say he was murdered.”

      Duncan drummed his fingers on the hard metal desk and grinned.

      “Was he?”

      I was taken aback. I had the sneaky feeling that MacPherson was pulling my leg, yet hearing the word was like making it real, and I realized that I had been skirting around the idea for days, without facing it.

      “Of course not. The bear got him, right? You did the autopsy?”

      “Yes, it

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