CHAPTER NINE
It took a few phone calls and transfers between different departments, but Avery managed to set up an emergency meeting with an entomologist. She’d had her hopes on an arachnologist but the museum did not have one on staff. So Avery went with what she could get and, in the end, turned out pleased…and a little creeped out.
Donald Johansson was a sixty-year-old man with a charming smile and a thick pair of glasses perched on his nose. When Avery knocked on the door of his office, he answered with a kind yet booming voice. Avery found herself walking into an office where every square inch of the walls was covered in photographs of different insects. She saw several spiders among them.
“Detective Black?” Johansson asked.
“Yes, that’s me. And thanks for meeting with me on such
