There was a perfectly coifed blonde of about forty behind the desk; she was in a designer suit, carefully tailored, very businesslike. It fit her slim figure like a glove. She’d accented her look with a bold red lipstick.

She stood, offering them her hand. “I’m Carly Britton,” she told them. “I let my secretary go home when our last client left. I understand this might have something to do with the horrible axe murderer plaguing the city?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so,” Dan said and then introduced himself and Katie.

“I hope I can help. We had so many extras working on that last picture. I couldn’t seem to keep enough people coming. Even with extras, we’re careful. We ask for identification, and we verify social security numbers.”

“That’s great,” Dan said. He reached into his jacket pocket, this time to produce the pictures that had been drawn of Neil Browne, with his many possible looks.

Carly Britton looked down at the pictures, and then she looked up at Dan, shock in her eyes.

“Yes!” she said.

“Yes, he was in the movie?” Katie asked.

Carly shivered. “Oh, lord, you think—”

“He’s a person of interest,” Dan said quickly. “But he was known to accompany the young woman who was discovered murdered yesterday.”

“Oh. Oh—oh!” Carly said.

“Yes?” Dan encouraged.

“This man... I must get into my files. I can’t remember his name, but...he came in with his girlfriend. They both worked one day when we had a crowd scene that switched time... We had different sets of people, all dressed for two different time periods. His girlfriend...”

Her voice trailed. Dan looked at Katie and pulled more pictures out of his jacket pocket.

He showed Carly the sketches done from Katie’s recollections.

“I... Yes, there were so many people that day, but...oh! Oh, how horrible! She’s...she’s dead now?”

Dan glanced at Katie and nodded.

Carly Britton was shaky; she stood, using the desk as a brace to do so.

“I’ll get my computer,” she muttered.

When she hurried into the inner office, Katie turned to Dan, looking a little pale, anxious and trembling.

She tried to smile. “What don’t you have in those pockets?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t have any kind of a bag. Bags get lost too easily. A jacket...well, a jacket stays on the body most of the time.”

“They were in a movie, probably watching George!” Katie said with dismay.

“And George is fine and smart and staying in a hotel with cameras and security,” he reminded her.

“He knew George was in the city. He knew George could be blamed again,” Katie said.

Dan nodded. Carly was returning with her computer. She set it on the desk and used a long, well-manicured finger on the touch screen, frowning for several seconds before she stopped.

“Here, here!” she said.