Lucy moved her finger over the trackpad and opened another file, and the image reflected in the face shield was more refined.

“Dr. Lester,” Berger said.

“That figures,” Marino said. “Someone like her would hate the Doc.”

Lucy said, “We can establish a few things that may or may not be related. The photograph on the Internet this morning was taken in the New York ME’s office during a case or cases when Dr. Lester was present, and that’s who my aunt was talking to. Obviously, Dr. Lester didn’t take the photograph, but my guess is she knows who did, unless she just didn’t notice when it was being done… .”

“She would know,” Berger said decisively. “She watches her fiefdom like a vulture.”

“And no,” Lucy said. “I didn’t find the image on the John Jay website, although it’s possible this photograph is floating around out there on the Internet and a fan sent it in to Gotham Gotcha.”

“How do you know Dr. Lester didn’t send it to Gotham Gotcha?” Marino asked.

“I’d have to get into her e-mail to figure that out,” Lucy said.

“And you won’t,” Berger said. “But it’s not Lenora’s style. Her MO at this stage in her unhappy life is to dismiss people, treat them as if they don’t matter. Not draw attention to them. The only person she’s desperate to draw attention to is herself.”

“I saw the two of them being real cozy with each other earlier tonight,” Marino said. “Her and Morales in the park at Bellevue, next to the DNA building. They met on a bench for a few minutes after Benton and the Doc left the morgue. I happened to see it because I was waiting to pick them up. My read on it is Dr. Lester wanted to update Morales on what the Doc did in the morgue, what she found out. But for what it’s worth, Dr. Lester was text-messaging somebody when she walked off in the dark.”

“I’m not sure that means anything,” Berger said. “Everybody text-messages these days.”

“That’s bizarre,” Lucy said. “She meets with him in a dark park? Are they … ?”

“I tried to imagine it,” Marino said. “I couldn’t.”

“He has a way of sidling up close to people,” Berger said. “They might be friendly. But not the other. No. I’d say she’s not his type.”

“Not unless he’s a necrophile,” Marino said, as if there were such a word.

“I’m not going to make fun of anyone,” Berger said, and she meant it.

“Point being,” Marino said, “I guess it sort of surprised me because I don’t think of her as having anything personal enough with anybody to merit her text-messaging them.”