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"He wasn't the least bit cordial."
"Or happy."
"Whoa, look at that." Saul--Rhyme believed it was Saul; he'd forgotten who had the freckles--nodded at the snake. "I've seen more of those in one night than I ever want to again."
"Snakes?" Rhyme asked.
"We were at Metamorphosis. It's a--"
"--very spooky place. Met the owner there. Weird guy. As you may've guessed."
"Long, long beard. Wish we hadn't gone at night," Bedding continued.
"They sell taxidermied bats and insects. You wouldn't believe some of the insects--"
"Five inches long."
"--and critters like that one." Saul nodded at the snake.
"Scorpions, a lot of scorpions."
"Anyway, they had a breakin a month ago and guess what got took? A rattler's skeleton."
"Reported?" Rhyme asked.
"Yep."
"But total value of the perped merch was only a hundred bucks or so. So Larceny wasn't like all-hands-on-board, you know."
"But tell them."
Saul nodded. "The snake wasn't the only thing missing. Whoever broke in took a couple dozen bones."
"Human bones?" Rhyme asked.
"Yep. That's what the owner thought was funny. Some of those insects--"
"Forget five inches, some of 'em were eight. Easy."
"--are worth three or four hundred. But all the perp boosted was the snake and some bones."
"Any particular ones?" Rhyme asked.
"An assortment. Like your Whitman's Sampler."
"His words, not ours."
"Mostly little ones. Hand and foot. And a rib, maybe two."
"The guy wasn't sure."
"Any CS report?"
"For 'jacked bones? Noooope."
The Hardy Boys departed once more, heading downtown to the last scene to start canvassing the neighborhood.
Rhyme wondered about the snake. Was it giving them a location? Did it relate to the First Methodist fire? If rattlers had been indigenous to Manhattan, urban development had long ago played Saint Patrick and purged the island of them. Was he making a play on the word snake or rattler?
