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shimmering with flecks of both colors.
    She didn’t speak but her beautiful eyes widened, as if wondering what she’d seen just before she’d fallen backward—into his arms.
    Their eyes met briefly in that confusion.
    Rollo, the giant wolfhound, kept barking.
    And as they both turned to look at the man—the figure by the tomb—a horde of people came panting up behind them.
    They were mostly men in uniform.
    Aidan ignored them. So did the young woman and the dog.
    They were still staring at the man who’d been propped against the vault. He wore a long billowing coat and black boots, and might have been casually waiting there.
    He just didn’t have a head.
    But something else about the scene didn’t seem right.
    “Oh, my God!” someone shrieked behind him.
    Aidan noticed that the headless man stood as if he were about to enter the vault—or perhaps ask someone to join him.
    It was staged. It was
staged
to be horrific.
    One of the newcomers stopped about three feet from the young woman.
    “Well, I believe you’ve found the rest of Mr. Highsmith, Mo.” He stopped speaking. Perhaps, under the circumstances, all their minds were working a little slowly. The man frowned, then gave Aidan a thorough look and said, “This is a crime scene, sir.” He paused, his expression grim. “But...”
    Aidan was in a suit and trench coat, certainly not clothing worn by any of the others here. He guessed—hoped—that he wore it with a certain authority.
    “You’re with the federal government?”
    Aidan nodded and presented his credentials. The older man studied him again. “Took them long enough to get you here,” he said. “I called last night.”
    “Sir, I got the word about an hour and a half ago,” Aidan said.
    The older man didn’t offer his hand; he seemed to be an old-time lawman. “Lieutenant Robert Purbeck, Agent Mahoney,” he said. “Glad you made it. Things like this don’t happen in Tarrytown. Except in stories, of course.”
    Someone next to him was on a radio, telling someone else to get the M.E. and crime scene techs up the hill.
    The wolfhound barked.
    “Shh, Rollo,” the young woman said.
    “Agent Mahoney, meet my lead men on the case—Detectives Lee Van Camp and Jimmy Voorhaven. And—” he gestured to the young woman and the dog “—Maureen Deauville. Mo...we have a Fed here. Agent Mahoney of the FBI. Oh, and that’s our wonder dog, Rollo.”
    Aidan nodded in acknowledgment. The other cops, a weary-looking lean guy and his younger partner, watched him curiously as they shook hands but they didn’t appear to resent his presence.
    “God help me,” Purbeck muttered. “I hope that’s the rest of Richard Highsmith. If not...”
    He didn’t finish his sentence.
    But Aidan knew what he meant.
    They’d found Richard’s head.
    And if this
wasn’t
the body that went with the head...
    Well, there might be headless bodies and bodiless heads all over the Hudson Valley.
    But, as he stood there, staring at the form, Aidan saw that the loose coat had fluttered open—and he understood what was wrong with the scene.
    And he knew their worst fears were realized.
    “I’m sorry to say this,” Aidan announced, “but that’s not Richard Highsmith.”
    “What?” Purbeck demanded. “How the hell do you know that?”
    “Take a closer look,” Aidan said. “That’s not a man’s body. It’s a woman’s.”
    “What?”
Purbeck demanded again. “Rollo found a body, a
woman’s
body? But...he was on Richard Highsmith’s scent!”
    “He sure as hell found something,” Aidan said.
    The young woman, Maureen Deauville, spoke quietly then.
    “Rollo is— Well, he’s really a sight hound, but—” She paused, glancing around. “He’s never wrong. Richard Highsmith is nearby,” she said. “The, um, rest of him.”
    Aidan looked at her, then at the headless body by the tomb. Ms. Deauville seemed very certain. In a second, he’d pulled on a pair of neoprene gloves.
    Then he stepped