The sound of the voice coming over the phone was soothing. And low. Masculine in all its forms. In all cultures people spoke in low tones in order to instill a sense of comfort and security. She wondered why this doctor felt the need to do such with her. But she didn't like psychology, however, and didn't feel the need to disect it just yet.
"I'm a forensic anthropologist, Dr. Lecter. But I'm sure you know this if you've taken the time to call me. You would also know, then, that I only deal with bones. And not the kind still in a living body." He was calling from the City Hospital. They usually didn't get skeletons in there, and she couldn't fathom why he would be calling her.
"If it's bones you have, you can bring them to my lab. It would be easier for me to examine them here with all my equipment, rather than the Hospital. Do you know where I'm located?" She waited quietly on her end of the line while he spoke back to her. She nodded a few times.
"I'll see you shortly then. Goodbye, Dr. Lecter." She hung up the phone and sat at her desk for a few more moments before she stood up and went back to the skull she was trying to put back together.