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Each stair riser was decorated with a different doll. Some of them were yarn-haired rag dolls in calico
dresses,
and others were baby dolls with hard china heads and eyes that closed when they were laid flat. Emily
averted her eyes. She’d never been one to play with dolls like other girls—they’d always kind of freaked
her
out.
Isaac pushed through a door at the end of the hall. “Voilà.” There was a striped spread on the double
bed in
the corner, three guitars on stands, and a small desk with a new iMac. “Very nice,” Emily said.
Then she noticed a large white object on top of the dresser. “You have a phrenology head!” She walked
over
to the big mold of a skull and traced her fingers over the words that were written across the head. Guile.
Forethought. Avarice. Victorian doctors thought they could determine a person’s character simply by
the
way his or her skull was shaped. If he had a lump in a particular spot on his head, he was a good poet. If
the
lump was elsewhere, he was very religious. Emily wondered what her head bumps said about her.
She grinned at Isaac. “Where did you get this?”
Isaac walked over to her. “Remember that aunt I told you about when we got Chinese last week? The
one
who’s into horoscopes and stuff? She got this for me at a flea market.” He touched a spot on Emily’s
skull.
“Hmm, you feel very bumpy.” He glanced at the phrenology head. “According to this, you’re really good
at
giving affection…or you make others want to give you affection. I can never remember whi ch.”
“Very scientific,” Emily teased. She touched the top of his head, feeling for a bump. “And you’re…” She
leaned back, searching the ceramic head for an appropriate quality. The thief. The mimic. The murderer.
Rosewood PD needed one of these heads—they could massage every cranium in town and find Ali’s
murderer