“Connor…” Daria frowned.

“Connor?”

“Connor Shields. He was with us, in the library.”

“The man from the FBI?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t see him, but I heard Louise tell the police he was in the building. Perhaps he was looking for whoever did this to you.”

“Did they find the librarian?”

“Mrs. Weathers, yes. Yes, they did.” Sabina’s dark eyes clouded.

“What?” Daria asked.

“She was found on the second floor. She was…”

“She’s dead?” Daria struggled to sit despite the pain. “Dear God, Sabina, is she dead?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“How?”

“I’m not sure,” Sabina said. “She was such a nice woman. I’d gotten to know her well over the years. I spent a lot of time in the library. I considered her a friend.”

“I’m so sorry.” Daria reached out for Sabina’s hand.

Sabina nodded her thanks. “The last time I saw her, in June, before I left for the summer, she mentioned that she was planning a ten-day trip to Tuscany in the fall with her sister. They were going to attend a cooking school and go on a wine tour. She was very excited about it.”

“Did she have other family?”

“Besides the sister, I don’t believe so. Her husband passed away some years ago, before I came to Howe. She never mentioned any children. I imagine Louise has already called the sister.”

“I feel as if we’ve opened a massive can of worms and all of these horrible, ugly things are crawling out.” Daria covered her face with her hands.

“You mean because of the museum?”

“Yes.”

“Louise was explaining to us-to me and the others who were with us last night-about the murders. About how the collectors who’d acquired the pieces that had been stolen from the museum had been killed so brutally.” She shivered. “It almost makes you believe in the curse, doesn’t it?”

“What curse?” Daria frowned.

“The one about the goddess seeking revenge on anyone who stole what belonged to her.”

“Where did you hear that?” The woman had Daria’s complete attention.

“I read about it several years ago. It was in a book I’d picked up somewhere while traveling.”

“What was the book?”

“I don’t recall the title, but it was an old volume about the oral tradition of storytelling in ancient times. The author related several versions of the same tales and demonstrated how they were altered to reflect the different cultures as they were passed along the Silk Route.”

“What did the book say about this supposed curse?”

“That the Sisters of Shandihar-the high priestesses who ruled the city-had been anointed by Ereshkigal to take her place on earth, to speak for her. Their decrees were her decrees and were to be obeyed without question, or the transgressor would be punished.”

“We know the preferred method of punishment,” Daria interjected.

“According to the author of the book, if a guilty party died before they were punished, their descendants would be cursed, stalked by the gallas.”

“The gallas.” Daria was sitting straight up now. “The demon spirits sent to earth by Ereshkigal to pull sinners down to the Underworld.”

“Yes, the sinners, or their descendants. It’s that whole sins of the father thing.”

“Or in my case,” Daria murmured, “the sins of the great-grandfather.”

14

“W ho is Gail?”

Daria opened her eyes slowly and blinked against the bright lights above her bed in the hospital room.

“What?” She turned her head to find Connor seated there. “What did you say?”

“I asked you who Gail is.” He got up and sat on the edge of the bed. “You were muttering something in your sleep about Gail.”

“The gallas.” She forced herself to sit up. “The demon spirits of Shandihar.”

“And you said you didn’t do nightmares.” He leaned forward and pushed several errant blond strands behind her left ear. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I plowed headfirst into a wall.” She raised a hand to touch the side of her head, then thought better of it. “They said they had to shave part of my head for the stitches. How bad do I look?”

“You look beautiful.” He took her hand.

She rolled her eyes and tried to laugh it off.

“Yeah, I’m a real beauty. My face is black and blue and my hair is-”

“Stop it,” he said gently. “You are beautiful, bruises, stitches, head shaved or not. Actually, there’s just a tiny bald spot there, but once the stitches are out, your hair will cover it. Doesn’t matter to me.”

She felt herself blush, and the knowledge that she was blushing turned her even redder.

“Don’t even try to make me believe that no one’s ever told you how pretty you are.”

“Connor, I…” She bit her bottom lip. “Thank you. For the compliments. It means a lot to me, coming from you.”

“That’s better.”

“What day is it?”

“It’s Wednesday.”

“Morning or afternoon?”

“Afternoon. It’s three o’clock,” he told her.

“Can I go back to the house?”

“That’s what we’re waiting to find out.”

“I feel a lot better. I really do.” She eased herself up a little more. “I really would like to leave.”

“Let’s see what the doctor says.”

“How’s Sweet Thing?”

“She’s fine. She’ll be happy to see you.”

“Where’s Sabina? She was here a while ago.”

“I told her she didn’t have to stay, since I was here, so she left.”

“Oh. You met her then.” Daria sighed. “She really is beautiful, isn’t she? I mean, she’s the classic exotic dark-haired beauty with the smoldering eyes and the fabulous smile.”

“What? Oh, yes, she’s pretty. She said to give her a call if you need anything. She also said she’d like to get together with you as soon as you’re feeling better.” He reached into his pocket and took out a card and handed it to Daria. “She left her phone number for you.”

“Thanks.” She took the card and closed her hand over it. “Tell me what happened in the library.”

“As best we can piece things together, our man-the killer, or someone working with him-came into the library around eight-thirty last night. Disconnected the surveillance camera, somehow lured the guard into the basement where he bashed him over the head and apparently left him for dead. We found him on the floor near the back door after the ambulance took you to the hospital.”

“His hands…?”

“He’s a lucky man. He’s still alive and in one piece. After that, the killer managed to get the few students who were in the library to leave-we’re not sure yet how-but once everyone left, he removed the hard drive from the computer and smashed the machine. According to the two interns, they heard all of this, but didn’t see the killer. When they heard Mrs. Weathers running up the steps screaming and heard the man running after her, they locked themselves in a supply closet under the stairs. That’s where the police found them, huddled in the closet, scared out of their minds.”

“Where are they now?”

“On their way back to their homes. The police took their statements and let them leave with their parents about an hour ago.”

“Poor kids.”

“Smart kids. They’d have been added to the body count, if he’d known they were there.”

“There was supposed to be someone else there, wasn’t there? A second librarian?”

“An assistant had been scheduled for last night, but she had car trouble and never did make it in,” he told her.

“He was still in the building, then, when we arrived,” Daria said softly.

“It looks that way. He was probably on his way out when we got there, most likely took the back steps down from the second floor when he heard us come in. The steps come down into a small hall behind the room you were in. He must have seen you there and figured he’d take you out before you could turn around and see him.”

“You think it was an accident? That he only attacked me because I happened to be there? You don’t think he was after me, specifically?”