Page 115 of The Bone Code
On July 17, 2017, Harmony hinted at a discovery that Lena had made. Apologized that she was not at liberty to share thedeets. Details.
Sweet Jesus in a jumpsuit!
Everything fit. The ages. The time of disappearance. The location.
Were Mélanie and Ella Chalamet the vics in the Montreal container? Was Lena Mélanie’s other daughter?
Were Lena Chalamet and Harmony Boatwright the vics in the Charleston container?
Was I finally going to put names to their bones?
It was 2:14 a.m. Way too late to phone anyone.
I hurried to my laptop and fired off an email to Ryan. Another to Vislosky.
Then I fell back into bed.
And lay awake, mind in hyperdrive.
Polly Beecroft.
Sybil Bouvier.
Bouvier had disappeared almost a century ago. Yet Beecroft was still searching for answers.
Mélanie, Ella, and Lena Chalamet. Harmony Boatwright.
Why had no one kept searching for them?
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Saturday, November 13
The didgeridoo had to go.
Before answering, I checked caller ID. And the time: 8:15 a.m.
“Tell me you found her.” Not bothering to hide my drowsiness.
“I found her.”
“Really?” Instantly wide awake.
“I’m tip-top. How are you this morning,ma chère?”
“Terrific.” Bunching and leaning against the pillows. “You found Lena Chalamet?”
“Birdie seems a little under the weather.”
“Oh, no. What’s wrong with him?”
“Partly my fault. We walked over to Hurley’s for a beer last night. He knocked back three pints of Guinness before I noticed.”
“ROFL,” I said, eyes doing a three-sixty. Pointless, since Ryan couldn’t see me.
“Sorry?”
“Rolling on the floor laughing.”
