They walked down a long, dark curved hall, with low lighting directed at various plaques about the Amazon River.

“I suppose that depends on what the tox report says.”

“Hmm,” Cooper said, thinking. “Did you happen to see the makeup artist Hirano said was filling in?”

“I suppose. Why?”

“I’m pretty sure I saw her at the zoo a couple days ago. When I was here with my family.”

Park shrugged. “Is that strange? Hirano said she was B-team, maybe she was working that—”

Cooper was looking directly at Park, so he saw the moment he stopped speaking and his nose wrinkled as if catching the scent of something surprising.

“Wait,” Park said, but Cooper had already turned the corner and caught Genevieve and Neil quickly shuffling away from each other, silhouetted against the enormous, luminescent fish tank that took up the entire thirty feet of wall. Behind them, Cooper could see ugly gray tube-shape fish drifting past and a rapidly fading handprint on the glass.

His gaze immediately shot to Neil, surprised, and found Neil staring back with an expression so furious Cooper stumbled a bit.

“Sorry, I believe this building is closed to the public today,” Genevieve said in that ringing voice.

Park took out his badge, and Cooper belatedly reached for his own as well. “Genevieve Crane? I’m Special Agent Park and this my partner, Agent Dayton. We’d like to ask you a couple of questions regarding James Finnigan.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought—of course, I’m happy to help any way I can. That poor man.” She swept her hair out of her face, and the light of the fish tank cast blue shadows on her skin. This close, he could see she was definitely on the forty-five end of the age range, or perhaps even older. Still beautiful, of course, but with harder edges, and thinner wrapping—wet lambskin draped over marble.

“This is my assistant, J.T.,” she said, gesturing to Neil, who didn’t even pretend to acknowledge them. “I’m not sure how much help we can be, though. I just met Mr. Finnigan recently, here during filming.”

“We’re speaking to everyone who might have spent time with him this last week. Standard procedure,” Park said. “We’d like to talk to your partner after this, too.”

“You mean Arthur? Really, I think you might be disappointed. He spoke to James even less than I did.”

“Nevertheless,” Cooper said, “sometimes an outside perspective is the most helpful.”

Neil interrupted, “Excuse me, if you don’t need me, I should be getting back to work,” and walked abruptly away, brushing past Cooper.

“Oh, please don’t mind him,” Genevieve said. “I’m afraid I’ve been a bit short-tempered myself. We’re all under some stress at the moment. This horrible death, and just before the gala tonight. I’m sure you think we’re total ghouls, but it’s not really something you can cancel.”