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Cleopatra with dark eyes. Jane saw a dried-out husk wrapped in rags.
    “She looks like a human tamale,” said Jane.
    “Who’s the girl?” asked Frost, staring through the window.
    There were two people in the room whom Jane did not recognize. The man was tall and gangly, professorial glasses perched on his nose. The young woman was a petite brunette wearing blue jeans beneath an autopsy gown. “Those must be the museum archaeologists. They were both going to be here.”
    “
She’s
an archaeologist? Wow.”
    Jane gave him an annoyed jab with her elbow. “Alice leaves town for a few weeks, and you forget you’re a married man.”
    “I just never pictured an archaeologist looking as hot as her.”
    They pulled on shoe covers and autopsy gowns and pushed into the lab.
    “Hey, Doc,” said Jane. “Is this really one for us?”
    Maura turned from the light box, and her gaze, as usual, was dead serious. While the other pathologists might crack jokes or toss out ironic comments over the autopsy table, it was rare to hear Maura so much as laugh in the presence of the dead. “We’re about to find out.” She introduced the pair Jane had seen through the window. “This is the curator, Dr. Nicholas Robinson. And his colleague, Dr. Josephine Pulcillo.”
    “You’re both with the Crispin Museum?” asked Jane.
    “And they’re very unhappy about what I’m planning to do here,” said Maura.
    “It’s destructive,” said Robinson. “There has to be some other way to get this information besides cutting her open.”
    “That’s why I wanted you to be here, Dr. Robinson,” said Maura. “To help me minimize the damage. The last thing I want to do is destroy an antiquity.”
    “I thought the CT scan last night clearly showed a bullet,” said Jane.
    “Those are the X-rays we shot this morning,” said Maura, pointing to the light box. “What do you think?”
    Jane approached the display and studied the films clipped there. Glowing within the right calf was what certainly looked to her like a bullet. “Yeah, I can see why this might’ve freaked you out last night.”
    “I did not
freak out.
”
    Jane laughed. “You were as close to it as I’ve ever heard you.”
    “I admit, I was damn shocked when I saw it. We all were.” Maura pointed to the bones of the right lower leg. “Notice how the fibula’s been fractured, presumably by this projectile.”
    “You said it happened while she was still alive?”
    “You can see early callus formation. This bone was in the process of healing when she died.”
    “But her wrappings are two thousand years old,” said Dr. Robinson. “We’ve confirmed it.”
    Jane stared hard at the X-ray, struggling to come up with a logical explanation for what they were looking at. “Maybe this isn’t a bullet. Maybe it’s some sort of ancient metal thingie. A spear tip or something.”
    “That is not a spear tip, Jane,” said Maura. “It’s a bullet.”
    “Then dig it out. Prove it to me.”
    “And if I do?”
    “Then we have a hell of a mind bender, don’t we? I mean, what are the possible explanations here?”
    “You know what Alice said when I called her about it last night?” Frost said. “‘Time travel.’ That was the first thing she thought.”
    Jane laughed. “Since when did Alice go woo-woo on you?”
    “It’s theoretically possible, you know, to travel back in time,” he said. “Bring a gun back to ancient Egypt.”
    Maura cut in impatiently: “Can we stick to real possibilities here?”
    Jane frowned at the bright chunk of metal that looked like so many she had seen before glowing in countless X-rays of lifeless limbs and shattered skulls. “I’m having trouble coming up with any of those,” she said. “So why don’t you just cut her open and see what that metal thing is? Maybe these archaeologists are right. Maybe you’re jumping to conclusions, Doc.”
    Robinson said, “As curator, it’s my duty to protect her and not let her be mindlessly