He frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"We're talking about necrophilia," David said. "Being in this line of business, you've surely heard of it."

"Of course." The director was flustered. Angry. "But I'm here to emphatically tell you that no one- NO ONE-in my employ has ever…" His words trailed off. He seemed unable to continue.

"We will need a list of everyone who now works for you," David said. "Plus everyone who's worked here in the past three years. Cleaning people. Lawn care. Everybody."

Elise called in a crime scene team to collect evidence, then moved on to the more traditional questions.

Anybody suspicious around?

Anybody who might be doing it to make Hartzell, Tate, and Hartzell look bad?

That was followed by an exchange of cards and phone numbers. "Call us if you think of anything," Elise told Simms. "We'll be checking back."

"You know what people are going to be saying about this, don't you?" David asked once they were outside, both of them squinting and flinching like vampires against the bright morning sunlight.

"That Gary Turello got up and walked out of there all by himself?" Elise asked.

"You got it."

"We need to talk to Strata Luna again," she said. "Find out if she knew Turello. My guess is she did."

"Go ahead. Give her a call." David pulled a pair of dark glasses from his jacket pocket and slipped them on. "But this time I'm coming along."