She turned the computer toward Dan. Katie inched her chair right next to his so she could see, too.

She let out a gasp. Carly jumped.

“I’m sorry... Yes, that’s Jennie and Neil Browne.”

“Oh, no,” Carly said. “That’s Brian Denholm and Aubrey Freehold from Baton Rouge. I take copies of their driver’s licenses.”

Both were there on the screen. Dan pulled out his phone, glancing at Carly.

“I need to get these to the FBI office,” he told her. “They can check the identities and check out the addresses.”

“My lord, well...at least you can identify that poor woman,” Carly said.

Dan assumed the licenses were fakes; the social security numbers were surely faked or stolen as well.

But he shot the pictures over the phone to Axel, who would get them to the right place.

“Thank you,” Dan told Carly.

“So he might have murdered her!” Carly said dismayed. “Oh, my God.”

“Yes?”

“Murderers and thieves!” Carly said.

“What did they steal?”

“Stacey—best makeup artist possible on any set—she had a case stolen, a big case. She had makeup in it, all kinds of foundation and pencils and the like, but she had a supply of silicone. You know, silicone... We did some Neanderthal brows and heavier jawlines on some of the actors and extras and... He was probably a murderer and a thief!”

Dan glanced at Katie.

They were both thinking it was worse to be a murderer than a thief...

And yet it explained so much.

“Ms. Britton, you have been an enormous help,” Dan assured her.

“Yes, I... Oh, lord! I worked with those people. I hired those people!”

“You couldn’t have known they were...anything other than what they presented themselves as,” Katie assured her.

“And we don’t have answers. We’re investigating,” Dan said.

“But she’s dead, right?” Carly exclaimed.

There was a knock at the door, and the woman nearly jumped out of her chair. “No, no, I’m not expecting anyone!” she said.

“It’s all right. It’s an agent from the local FBI office,” Dan assured her. Still, he found himself instinctively brushing the SIG Sauer in its holder beneath his jacket as he walked to the door and then waited.

“Mr. Oliver? It’s Mike Cody. Axel sent me.”

He opened the door and dug in his pocket for the card Benny had given him. The young man at the door was obviously new at the job: he was wearing an impeccable blue suit, hair cut short and slicked back. He had the eager and determined look of a puppy determined to do right.

“They’ll get started on this immediately,” he told Dan.

He frowned when Dan took his picture quickly with his camera phone.

“Uh, sir—”

“Just making sure you’re who you say you are,” Dan said, smiling.

He kept his smile in place as he quickly sent the photo to Axel.