Cross Bones Part 19

Big help if crate-man lived in Israel two thousand years back.

I went through the trait list on my form. Prominent nasal bones. Narrow nasal opening. Flat facial profile when viewed from the side. Cheekbones hugging the face. On and on.

Everything suggested Caucasoid, or at least European-like ancestry. Not Negroid. Not Mongoloid.

I took measurements and ran them. Every comparison placed the skull squarely with the whites.

Okay. Computer and eyeb.a.l.l.s were in agreement.

What then? Was the man Middle Eastern? Southern European? Jewish? Gentile? I knew of no way to sort that out. Nor did DNA testing offer any help.

I moved on to stature.

Selecting the leg bones, I eliminated those with eroded or damaged ends, and measured the rest on an osteometric board. Then I plugged the measurements into Fordisc 2.0, and asked for a calculation using all males in the database, with race unknown.

Height: sixty-four to sixty-eight inches.

I spent the next several hours scrutinizing every k.n.o.b and crest and hole and notch, every facet and joint, every millimeter of cortical surface under magnification. I found nothing. No genetic variations. No lesions or indicators of illness. No trauma, healed or otherwise.

No penetrating wounds in the hands or feet.

Killing the fiber-optic light on the scope, I arched backward and stretched, my shoulders and neck feeling like someone had set them on fire.

Could it be I was getting older?

No way.

I crossed to my desk, dropped into my chair, and checked my watch. Five fifty-five. Midnight in Paris.

Too late to phone.

Jake answered sounding groggy and asked me to wait.

"What's up?" Jake had returned, whoos.h.i.+ng a pop-top.

"It ain't Jesus."

"What?"

"The skeleton from the Musee de l'Homme."

"What about it?"

"I'm looking at it."

"What?"

"It's a middle-aged white guy of average stature."

"What?"

"You're not holding up your end of this conversation, Jake."

"You have Lerner's bones?"

"The skeleton he liberated is here in my lab."

"Christ!"

"Not this guy."

"You're sure?"

"This guy saw forty come and go. My best estimate says he was at least fifty at death."

"Not eighty."

"No way."

"Could he have been seventy?"

"I doubt it."

"So it's not the older Masada male referred to by Yadin and Tsafrir."

"Do we know for a fact that Yadin's old guy was the isolated skeleton?"

"Actually, no. The older bones could have been mixed in with the main heap. That would leave the isolated skeleton as one of the fourteen males aged twenty-two to sixty."

"Or totally unaccounted for."

"Yes." There was a long pause. "Tell me how you got the skeleton."

I told him about Morissonneau and my visit to the monastery.

"Holy s.h.i.+t."

"That's what Ryan said."

When Jake spoke again his voice was almost a whisper.

"What are you going to do?"

"First off, tell my boss. These are human remains. They were found in Quebec. They're the coroner's responsibility. Also, the bones may be evidence in a homicide investigation."

"Ferris?"

"Yes."

"And then?"

"Undoubtedly my boss will tell me to contact the appropriate authorities in Israel."

There was another pause. Sleet plopped against the window above my desk and ran in rivulets down the gla.s.s. Twelve floors below, traffic clogged the streets and crawled the Jacques Cartier Bridge. Taillights drew glistening red ribbons on the pavement.

"You're sure this is the skeleton in the Kessler photo?"

Good question. One I hadn't considered.

"I saw nothing to rule that out," I said.

"Anything to rule it in?"

"No." Lame.

"Is it worth another look?"

"I'll do it now."

"Will you talk to me before you contact Israel?"

"Why?"

"Please promise you'll ring me first?"

Why not. Jake had initiated this whole thing.

"Sure, Jake."

When we hung up, I sat a moment, hand resting on the receiver. Jake sounded uneasy about my notifying the Israeli authorities. Why?

He wanted first claim on rights to publish concerning the discovery and a.n.a.lysis of the skeleton? He feared losing control of the skeleton? He distrusted his Israeli colleagues? He distrusted the Israeli authorities?

I had no idea. Why hadn't I asked?

I was hungry. My back hurt. I wanted to go home, have dinner with Birdie and Charlie, and curl up with my book.

Instead I dug out Kessler's photo and placed it under the scope. Slowly, I moved from the top of the skull south over the face.

The forehead showed no unique identifier.

Eyes. Nothing.

Nose. Nothing.

Cheekbones. Nothing.

I twisted my head right, then left to relieve the pain in my neck.

Back to the scope.

When the mouth came into view, I stared through the eyepiece. I looked up and across my worktable at the skull.

Something wasn't right.

Returning my eyes to the scope, I increased magnification. The teeth ballooned.

I brought the central incisor into focus, then inched from the midline toward the back of the jaw.

My stomach knotted.

I got up, retrieved my magnifying gla.s.s, and picked up the skull. Rotating the palate upward, I examined the dent.i.tion.

The knot tightened.

I closed my eyes.

What the h.e.l.l could this mean?

13.

I CARRIED THE PHOTO FROM THE SCOPE TO THE SKULL CARRIED THE PHOTO FROM THE SCOPE TO THE SKULL. USING THE hand lens, I counted from the midline of the palate to a gap on the right. hand lens, I counted from the midline of the palate to a gap on the right.

Two incisors, one canine, two premolars. Gap. Two molars.

The skeleton in Kessler's print was missing its first upper molar on the right.

The skull on my worktable was not.

Was this not the skeleton pictured in the photo?

I returned to the scope, raised it, and positioned the skull. Then I directed the fiber-optic light onto the right maxillary molars.

Under magnification, I could see that the molar roots were exposed more than normal. The socket edges were pitted and porous.

Periodontal disease. No big deal.

What was was a big deal was the condition of the right first upper molar's chewing surface. The cusps were high and rounded, while the cusps on the adjacent molars were completely ground down. a big deal was the condition of the right first upper molar's chewing surface. The cusps were high and rounded, while the cusps on the adjacent molars were completely ground down.

What the h.e.l.l was that all about?

I articulated the jaw and noted occlusion. The first molar made contact before any other molar in the row. If anything, the first molar should have exhibited greater wear than its neighbors, not less.