Late Friday, Harry got a call from his former partner, Bruce Parkins. “You were right, Hogan.”
“Good,” Harry replied. “What happens to the remains now?”
“The University has a new one; the guy who was supposed to get this one has a complete one… I guess it gets dumped… unless you want it?”
“Great. Thanks, I’ll take it.”
There was silence on the other end for all of sixty seconds. “What? Did I hear you right?”
“You did.” Harry chuckled. “The kid who was being pranked is into things like this and he was a big help. I’m sure he’d love to have it, skull and bones.”
“In that case, I’ll drop it off on the way home.”
Harry hung up and called Bertie to make arrangements for them both to deliver the remnants of the skeleton to Henry the next morning.
