“That looks like him, yes, and... Well, the nose. The nose and the ridge on the brow—when done well, it can really change everything.” He looked at Dan. “That’s him. The last show I was working on...well, not a show, but the movie that just wrapped up. They were using a lot of prosthetics. It was something of a mystery sci-fi thing. Time travel. The writer is convinced, I think, that Neanderthals didn’t disappear, they just intermarried, and we all went happily on to become the Homo sapiens we are today. And I—”

He stopped speaking. His color went red, and then he seemed to become pale as ash.

“The movie,” he whispered.

“Yes?” Katie pushed.

“He-he...this man. He might have been in the movie. There was a day about a month ago when they hired on dozens of extras. They were showing time and time travel and...he might have been there. Right in the group. Oh, my God. Both. I mean, it was kind of a zoo. They had so many extras in, and there were three makeup trailers, and everyone had to be done... Silicone.”

“Silicone?” Katie said.

“They were using tons and tons of silicone.”

“So,” Dan said, “you think Neil Browne and Jennie worked on the movie? Was there a public invitation for extras? How would they have been hired?”

“It was in the newspaper. I think they advertised for sixty extras. I mean some, of course, needed very little makeup. But they’d advertised for all ages, all ethnicities, male and female.” George suddenly started scribbling on a napkin. “Carly Britton. She was the casting director on the picture. She would know. And she would know if there was someone who took the documentation for paychecks and the IRS and all that. If they were there—”

“They would have given fake names. But your Carly Britton may still be able to help us, George.”

He nodded glumly.

“What is it?”

“The production company,” George said sadly.

“What about them?”

“They’re going to start up again. This time, something like a Hitchcock thriller. They asked me if I wanted to be a PA.”

“And?” Katie asked him.

George sat back, shaking his head. “Not until this is over. Nope. I am not leaving this hotel until this is over!”

Katie nodded, understanding.

Dan had his phone out.

“Wait!” George said. “I’ll call Carly for you, set you up with her.” George leaned back in his chair to hear clearly as he put a call through to the casting director.

While George was still speaking with Carly, Dan’s phone rang. He answered it and then looked at Katie.

“Ryder.”

“And?” she asked hopefully.

“We have an appointment right now.”

“With?”

“A fortune-teller.”

“A fortune-teller?” Katie said. “You mean...one of the mediums working on Jackson Square in front of the cathedral?”

“I’m not sure. Why?”