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return shortly, but I waited fifteen minutes or so and he did not return. I
headed for the café.
I got a little lost in the market, and while I still arrived about five
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minutes early, I came in through an entrance off the side street rather than
from the front patio.
There were virtually no patrons in the restaurant proper. The cafe was
obviously very popular, though. Everyone was seated outside in the sunshine or
under the awning.
I scanned the crowd outside from the relative darkness of the restaurant. It
took me a minute to recognize Eulalia.
At the morgue, she d worn a lab coat and those white nurse-type shoes, her
hair pulled severely back and no makeup. Here she wore her long dark hair
down, and she was dressed in a black miniskirt, a fuchsia blouse, and black
flats.
She was sitting facing in my general direction, talking in an animated
fashion to a man seated opposite her, with his back to me. I hesitated,
wondering whether to interrupt when the man leaned forward and squeezed her
hand, then stood up and half turned in my direction.
It was Lucas. He bent over and kissed her, and she patted his cheek. Then
looking up and down the street, perhaps for me, he disappeared into the
crowded market.
I was completely taken aback. I d hoped to get information from Eulalia, but
now I wasn t sure how far I could take this.
I thought for a few minutes. I suppose this could be a coincidence. They were
obviously friends. And why not? So much in common, after all. She worked with
the recently dead, he with those who had been deceased for centuries. How
romantic!
Even under these circumstances I had to smile at the thought of their
dinner-table conversations. This was assuming that he talked more to her than
he did to me.
I decided to push ahead with my plan.
Hi, I said as I approached the table. Thanks for agreeing to this. She
looked a little startled at the direction I had arrived from, and I was
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betting she was wondering how long I d been there.
You were at the morgue a few days ago, she said. Maria said you were
asking for me. She said she didn t give you my name, though.
Flextime, I said. I figured it out from the time chart.
She nodded.
My turn. How did you know it was me, and how did you know I d be back?
Maria described you. We don t get that manygringas at the morgue, and you
were the only one that day.
As for returning you asked a lot of questions, and you didn t appear to be
satisfied by the answers. No more than I was, really. I saw you touching the
shoes. What did you deduce from them? she asked.
They were covered in dust. So were the cuffs of his trousers. You couldn t
see that very well, because of the color of the shoes, but you could feel it
on them. I didn t much figure you d get that sitting in an office.
She smiled. Did you also notice one of them had been wet recently? Still
felt a little clammy?
I shook my head.
That doesn t happen much in an office, either.
So where and when was he murdered, do you think?
Well, I m not the pathologist, only the assistant. I assist with the autopsy
and write up the reports for the pathologist s signature. But not in themuseo,
surely. There was evidence he had been dragged some distance. Hence the dust
on the cuffs and backs of his trousers.
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The dust looks to me to be limestone. Could be anywhere out in the country.
But there was also evidence of sand. There was no salt in the sand or on the
shoes, so it wasn t a beach he was walking on. He d also done some walking in
the forest. Traces of foliage you wouldn t expect in the city.
As to time, I d say he was killed very early in the morning, say between
three and five a.m. of the day he was found, although it is difficult to
estimate this with pinpoint accuracy, no matter what you read in books. He was
found about eight p.m. by the cleaning staff, and rigor mortis was already
starting to pass off. The method is obvious. He was stabbed several times, and
not with your average kitchen knife. Blade sharp enough, but uneven.
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