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131 Archaeologists did need this data in order to learn about the ancient people and cultures they study. But from what she knew about trafficking in artifacts , one also evaluated them to assess their monetary value. Tuesday, 11:30 a.m. After a few more questions for Perri Smoke Rise, Monique and Clarke returned to the station to begin their interviews with the anthropologists. “You ready for this?” She asked Clarke. “As ready as I can be.” “Stay cool.” “I’ll let you do the talking.” “Thank you. Monique glanced up and saw a thin, decorative woman talking to the receptionist. “I’ll bet real money that’s Professor Belinda C. Rinds.” Clarke looked at her watch. “Twenty minutes early. I’ll get her.” Clarke fetched the nervous woman and she followed him back to Monique’s desk. “Hellooo!” Belinda C. Rinds greeted them in a high-­ pitched voice. “Professor Rinds. I’m Detective Blue Hawk . . .” “And this has to be Detective Clarke. Oh, I know that.” She sat without waiting for an invitation then took off her sunglasses and set her purse on the floor. She crossed her legs and folded her hands. Although Belinda had been called to the police station to answer questions, she also had been informed that she was not formally a suspect and that all answers would be voluntary. Instead of balking, she appeared to be eager to talk. “Professor Rinds,” Monique said as she stood. “We need to move to another room. Please come with me.” “Oh, all right.” She gathered her stuff and walked behind Monique. Clarke walked behind Rinds. Monique opened the door to the interrogation room and gestured for Belinda to enter. The professor stopped for a few seconds to look into the stark, gray-­ painted room. The large table had nothing on top of it. “Sit here, please,” Monique said, then pulled out a wooden chair at the head of the 132 table. Clarke closed the door, and Monique and Clarke sat on sides opposite each other. “So, Professor Belinda Rinds,” Monique began. “How well did you know Tony Smoke Rise?” “Well let’s see,” Rinds answered as she scooted her bottom around in the wooden chair in an attempt to get comfortable. She wore fruity perfume, and the wide scarf she tied around her neck and over her left shoulder was too big and kept slipping off. “He got here about twelve years ago under the Target of Opportunity. That means he was hired because he’s an Indian. You know—­ one of those minority hires.” “What do you mean ‘those’?” asked Monique. “Oh, he and Roxanne—­ that other one—­ got computers, travel money, reduced teaching loads, and even semesters off.” She twisted her long beaded necklace with nervous fingers. Monique opened a file. “Says here that everyone in the department got a computer. And the machines were replaced every three years. You also have a university computer at home and a laptop. Plus a projector. Correct?” “What are you reading?” Belinda asked demurely as she peeked over her chic reading glasses. “Your department file. And notes from my meeting with your chair and from a phone conversation I had with Deb Young last night,” she lied. “You called her?” She looked from one detective to the other. “Of course you did. Never mind.” “According to the old and new chair,” Monique continued, “everyone in the department had equal access to travel money. After looking at Tony Smoke Rise’s file, it looked like he was given less money to travel than anyone else in the department besides Roxanne Badger.” Belinda’s pantyhose felt tight. “But why are you telling me this? You should talk to Mark Fhardt.” Clarke couldn’t stifle his laugh this time. She pronounced it “fart” loud and clear. Belinda saw her chance. “Oh God, I know. It’s just an awful name isn’t it? I mean that poor guy must have to . . .” “Professor,” Monique interjected sharply. “The reason I’m asking you is, 133 I’m wondering how it is that you managed to get a semester off three separate times in the last ten? With full pay?” “Oh. I chair the graduate committee and have more graduate students than anyone in the department.” She sat up straight and smiled big since this was her claim to fame. Having lots of graduate students showed that she was popular and admired and sought after. Monique wasn’t impressed. “So?” Belinda’s face drooped...

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Additional Information

ISBN
9781609172251
Related ISBN
9781611860115
MARC Record
OCLC
778433444
Pages
202
Launched on MUSE
2012-01-11
Language
English
Open Access
No
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