"Here we are," Cal pulled out a huge set of keys and began hunting for the right one to open the closet door in front of them. "I hope you don't mind some dust. I don't think anyone has been in here for heaven knows how long."
"There only is the one basement?" Reid was looking around trying to get his bearings.
"No, actually there are two," was the reply. "This one is under the original building and the second is under the first wing that was added on. The second wing was built on a poured concrete slab with the necessary conduits then being drilled into the concrete. Shoddy construction, if you ask me."
"Can you get from one basement to the other?" Blake questioned.
"There are two doors," Cal pointed to their left. "Used mostly by the building maintenance people for checking on the air flow units."
"Okay – Here we go," he had found the right key and was turning it in the lock. "Let's see what we can find. What exactly are you two looking for anyway?"
The two agents exchanged a look. "A skeleton?" Reid ventured.
"Or, rather, a missing skeleton," Blake amended. "We think there might have been one down here that has been stolen."
"People today do some mighty strange things," was the observation. "Let's see if we can find where anything is missing."
It didn't take long for the three of them to realize there was an empty space on the floor at the far left side of the closet. There were also labels scattered about on the floor under the shelves.
"Whoever took it mustn't have been worried about anyone finding out," Blake observed as she pulled on plastic gloves and picked up a small, metal plaque.
"Brazen," was Cal's opinion.
"Donated by Jebbediah Martindale," Blake read the plaque. "In loving memory of his daughter, Mariam."
"Does that mean that this missing skeleton actually was his daughter?" Cal asked curiously.
"I don't know if we can tell that. Most medical schools stopped using real human remains years ago." Reid had also donned gloves and was helping collect the labels. "However, if there are fingerprints on these that may help us determine who took the skeleton."
"They are old," Blake observed as she began putting the labels into evidence bags along with the plaque.
"Whoever took it could have moved it right down there, through the door into the second basement, and up through the new wing," Cal observed. "From there – They could have taken it anywhere."