He had all the pictures, measurements, and samples he needed. It was becoming important to get her embalmed as soon as possible; the museum would take care of that. They planned to use a new freeze-dry chemical that would preserve her indefinitely. When he’d called, they promised to set aside some videos on mutilation for him. All in the name of research. Well, curiosity, too. He’d gotten the message from Elaine saying she would be in the mountains for a few days. At least, he didn’t have to worry about her. Simon was having more fun than he was. The sheer volume of records, some on disk, most hard copy, at the Double Horseshoe would keep him out of trouble for some time. Hank filled up at the Texaco station just inside Roswell city limits before delivering his cargo. The town was bustling. They turned north onto Main, then took a left on Third. They could see the fork lift in the alley waiting on them. “Can we assume that you’re a supporter, too, Mr. Mahoney?” Dan looked down at the tiny lady with blue hair and three strands of pearls draped over the bodice of her black dress.
