"Why do all of Fisk's friends slam the door in our face?" said Kathy, staring at the wood of another such door. This one belonged to someone named Nate Jobber, who'd taken one look at her and Nettie and told at them to piss off. At least the other ones had let them get a few words out.

"Well," said Nettie, "maybe this woman threatened them."

"Oh, come on, there's no way she could know I'm looking for her."

"Unless she's stalking you while you try, and fail, to stalk her."

Kathy groaned. "Ugh, you might as well marry Quidge, you can be cynical together. Come on, I've got to meet Rosamund for lunch, and you're coming."

Nettie frowned. "Who the hell is Quidge, and why am I coming to lunch with you and Rosamund?" she asked.

"Because I need a reason to not spend the whole time talking about Mr. Perfect."

Rosamund and Rudy had gotten married a few months before Michael and Fisk, and they were still in a downright sickening newlywed phase.

"Maybe Rosamund spoke to our mystery woman," said Nettie.

"Oooh," Kathy said, "maybe!"

It turned out Rosamund had spoken to the mystery woman, and longer than Kathy had. She took the sketch and ran her perfectly manicured fingers over the fine lines of the sketch. "I met her," she said. "Very well-articulated. Lawyer, you said? Yeah, she said her name was Judith," said Rosamund. "She's related to Fisk somehow. Cousins, maybe."

Nettie and Kathy exchanged looks. "How do you know that?" asked Kathy, when she managed to speak again.

Rosamund waved a hand at them dismissively. "Similar facial structure," she said. "The jawline, see, it has significant points here, here, here, and here. And the brow, look, Fisk's is more ridged, but it's almost identical."

Kathy's jaw dropped.

"Don't look so surprised. When you study cosmetology, you start to notice these things," said Rosamund airily.

-.-.-.-

"Holy shit," breathed Lucy, leaning away from the computer.

Kara got up to look over her shoulder at the list of names. "What?"

Lucy pointed at a single name on the list, and Kara whistled long and low.

-.-.-.-

"I am freaking out right now," Kathy yelped into the phone fifteen minutes later.

"Judith Fisk, 29, doctorate of law. Dude, you met your brother's sister-in-law," said Lucy. "Dude. I can't with your life."

"You can't? I have a crush on my - my sister by marriage! My best friend's estranged sister!"

Lucy laughed. "Kara's already writing a screenplay."

"Ugh, I don't have time for this, I need to be focusing on science. I went into STEM to avoid people."

"Don't you have an internship right now?" Lucy asked.

Kathy thumped her head against her steering wheel. "Lissy is going to freak out. This is more dramatic than ghosts. Okay, okay. All right, uh, Lucy, I owe you so much root beer. I'll talk to you later."

Lissy was waiting for Kathy by the gates, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and the explanation of what they'd found out carried them to the plot they were studying. She barely managed to get it all out before Lissy said, "Can I set you up on a date?"

Kathy blinked at her. "A blind date?" she said. "Lissy, you're not listening, I found the stranger from Fisk's wedding, it's his sister, Lucy tracked down her facebook!"

"I know, I know, and I'm really happy for you, but I've known this girl for a while, okay, I think you'd be great together," Lissy said earnestly.

"How am I even in the same internship as you two?" grumbled Quidge.

Lissy widened her eyes even more imploringly, and Kathy couldn't help but cave.

"Fine," Kathy said. "Um, when?"

"Tonight!" said Lissy. "Here, give me your phone, I'll put my number in it!"

Kathy handed over the phone and turned to Quidge. "Admit it, you're going to miss us when this internship ends."

"I am going to run like hell to the other side of the planet after this internship ends. Does Australia have forensic pathologists?"

"Pretty sure most of their deaths are due to deadly animals or heat stroke," said Kathy. "But you could still be a medical examiner."

Quidge nodded. "Sounds like a plan."