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shirtsleeves and ties, one in khaki pants and a navy golf shirt featuring the intrepid wasp logo. Each carried coffee and a whole lot of firepower.
    Barrow disappeared into a room on the left marked by a second green sign:
2220: Violent Crimes Division
. Homicide and assault with a deadly.
    I continued straight, past a trio of interview rooms. From the nearest, a baritone bellowed indignation in strikingly inharmonious terms.
    Ten yards down I entered a room identified as
2101: Homicide Cold Case Unit
.
    A gray table and six chairs took up most of the square footage. A copy machine. File cabinets. White erasable board and brown corkboards on the walls. In the rear, a low-rise divider set off a desk holding the usual phone, mug, withered plant, and overfilled in- and out-baskets. A window threw rectangles of sunlight across the blotter.
    Not a soul in sight. I glanced at the wall clock. 7:58.
    Seriously? Only I had arrived on time?
    Head pounding and slightly peeved, I dropped into a chair and placed my shoulder bag at my feet.
    On the table were a laptop, a cardboard carton, and a plastic tub. Both containers bore numbers on their covers. The ones on the tub were in a format familiar to me: 090431070901. The file dated to April 30, 2009. A single call had come in at 7:09 A.M .
    The numbering system on the carton was different. I assumed the case was from another jurisdiction.
    A bit of background.
    The Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department had roughly five hundred unsolved murders dating back to 1970. Recognizing that this was a lot of bodies and a lot of folks waiting for justice, in 2003 the CMPD established a cold case unit.
    Honor Barrow, twenty years at the murder table, had run the CCU since its inception. The other full-timers included a police sergeant and an FBI agent. A volunteer review team composed of three retired FBI agents, a retired NYPD cop, a civilian academic, and a civilian engineer provided support in the form of pre-investigation triage and analysis. The cold case unit regulars gathered monthly.
    As a forensic anthropologist, I work with the not so recently dead. No secret why I was sometimes invited to the dance. But I usually got a heads-up about why my presence was being requested. A query concerning a set of remains. A question about bones, trauma, or decomposition.
    Not this time.
    Impatient, and curious why I’d been summoned, I drew the tub to me and pried off the lid. Inside were hundreds of pages separated by dividers. I knew the headings on each of the tabs.
Victimology. Summary of the Crime. Crime Scene Report. Evidence/PropertyRecovered/Analyzed. Medical Examiner’s Report. Witnesses. Related Investigation. Potential Suspects. Recommended Follow-up
.
    Lying across the files was a case review summary written by Claire Melani, a criminologist and colleague at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte. I flipped to the first section of her report. And felt my neck muscles tense.
    Before I could read further, voices sounded in the hall. Moments later, Barrow appeared with a guy looking like something off the cover of a survivalist manual. Washed-out jeans. Faded army jacket over long-sleeved red tee. Dark hair curling from below a neon-orange cap.
    I replaced the report in its tub. “Everyone stuck in traffic?”
    “I didn’t invite the volunteer team.”
    Though that surprised me, I said nothing.
    Barrow noticed my gaze shift to the survivalist and introduced him. “Detective Rodas is down from Vermont.”
    “Umparo. Umpie to my friends.” Self-deprecating smile. “Both of them.”
    Rodas extended a hand. I took it. Umpie’s grip matched his appearance, rough and strong.
    As Barrow and Rodas took seats, a familiar figure framed up in the doorway. Erskine “Skinny” Slidell, cop legend in his own mind.
    Can’t say Slidell’s presence thrilled me. Since Skinny works homicide, and I work the morgue, we are often thrown together. Over the years our relationship has had more ups

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