Invasion

"The same thing," Dr. Lapree said. "I've turned it over to the head medical examiner, who's turned it over to the commissioner of health. Before you do anything you'd better check with your bosses. I probably shouldn't have even told you."

"I understand," Jesse said. "And I'll respect your confidence. But have you any suspicions of why someone would steal the body?"

"As a forensic pathologist I know more than most people that the world is full of weird people," Dr. Lapree said. "There are people out there who like dead bodies."

"You think that was the motivation in this instance?" Jesse asked.

"I haven't the slightest idea," Dr. Lapree admitted.

"We're concerned that the disappearance of the body adds weight to the idea that the man's death was a homicide," Jesse said.

"Like the perpetrator didn't want to leave a trail," Vince added.

"I understand," Dr. Lapree said. "But the problem with that line of thinking is that I'd already done the autopsy."

"Yeah, but you were coming back for more tissue," Jesse said.

"True," Dr. Lapree said. "I'd failed to take a sample of bone marrow. But that was just to add more weight to my acute radiation theory."

"If the reason the body was taken was to keep you from getting this final sample, then it sounds as if it were an inside job," Jesse said.

"We are aware of that," Dr. Lapree said. "We're in the process of reviewing everyone who had access to the body."

Jesse sighed. "What a case," he moaned. "The idea of retiring is sounding better and better."

"You'll let us know if you learn anything," Vince said.

"Absolutely," Dr. Lapree said.

Jonathan closed and locked his gym locker. For that semester he'd pulled gym as the last period of the day, and he hated it. He much preferred to have gym sometime in the middle of the day as an oasis between academic subjects.

Leaving the gym wing by the side door he started out across the quad. In the distance he could see a group of kids grouped around the flagpole. As he approached he could hear them cheering. When he got to the base of the flagpole he saw what was going on. A ninth grader, who Jonathan vaguely knew, was in the process of shinnying to the top. His name was Jason Holbrook. Jonathan knew him because he'd played on the freshman basketball team.

"What's happening?" Jonathan asked one of his classmates who was standing off to the side. His name was Jeff.

"Ricky Javetz and crowd have found some new ninth-grader to harass," Jeff said. "The kid's got to touch the eagle on top or he's not going to be allowed in the gang."

Jonathan shielded his eyes from the bright afternoon sun.

"That pole's damn high," he said. "Must be fifty, sixty feet or more."

"And it's pretty skinny at the top," Jeff said. "I'm glad I'm not up there."

Jonathan looked around. He was surprised that no teachers had materialized to put a stop to this ridiculous situation. Just then he saw Cassy Winthrope emerge from the north wing. Jonathan elbowed Jeff. "Here comes that sexy student teacher."

Jeff turned to look. Cassy was dressed as usual in a loose-fitting simple cotton dress. As the sun angled through it, the boys could see a silhouette of Cassy's body, including a distinct outline of her high-cut panties.

''Wow," Jeff said. ''What a piece of ass."

Mesmerized, the boys watched Cassy melt into the crowd then reappear at the base of the flagpole. She tossed some books she was carrying onto the ground, cupped her hands, and shouted up to Jason to come down.

The crowd hissed at Cassy's interference.

Almost three-quarters of the way to the eagle, Jason hesitated. The pole was beginning to wobble. It seemed higher than he'd expected.

Cassy looked around. The throng of students had closed in. Most of them were seniors and significantly larger than herself. It went through her mind that teachers were assaulted on a daily basis in schools across the United States.

Cassy looked back up the flagpole. From its base the wobbling was apparent.

"Did you hear me," Cassy called again, ignoring the crowd. She had her hands on her hips. ''Get down here this instant!"

Cassy felt a hand grab her arm. She jumped. Surprisingly she found herself staring into Mr. Ed Partridge's leering, smiling face. "Miss Winthrope, you're looking delightful today."

Cassy peeled Ed's fingers from her arm. "We've got a student three-quarters of the way up the flagpole," she said.

"I've noticed," Ed said. He chuckled as he tilted his head back and gazed up at the now scared student. "I bet he can make it."

"I hardly think this kind of activity should be condoned," Cassy said in spite of herself.

"Ah, why not?" Ed said. Then cupping his hands he called up to Jason. "Come on, boy, don't fink out now. You're almost there."

Jason looked up. He had another twenty feet or so to go. Hearing the crowd urging him on, he recommenced climbing. The problem was that his hands were perspiring and moist. With each shinny, he slid back half of the gained distance.

"Mr. Partridge," Cassy began. "This isn't ... "