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they’d mention that. Once you can get them questioning together, working as a team in your presence, you’ve won half the battle for acceptance. ‘Shannon, get a copy of Maowkavitz’s will from her lawyer, please. Anything else? No. Good. I’ll leave you to get on with it. Rolf will hand out individual assignments; including someone to take a statement from the Governor about his whereabouts over the last few days. Apparently we have one or two conspiracy theorists to placate.’ Several knowing grins flashed round the room. Rolf let out a dismayed groan.
    I let them see my own amusement, then signalled Shannon over. ‘It might be a good idea to check out that theory of yours about the pistol being manufactured up here,’ I told her. ‘Get on to the Cybernetics Division, ask them to put a Colt .45 pistol together using exactly the same materials as the murder weapon was built from. That way, we’ll see if it is physically possible, and if so what the assembly entails.’
    She agreed with a degree of eagerness, and hurried back to her desk.
    I would have liked to hang around, but harassing the team as they got to work wasn’t good policy. At this stage the investigation was the pure drudgery of data acquisition. To assemble a jigsaw, you first have to have the pieces – old Parfitt proverb.
    I went upstairs to my office, and started in on routine administration datawork. What joy.
    *
    The hospital was a third of the way round the town from the police station, a broad three-storey ring with a central courtyard. With its copper-mirror glass and mock-marble façade it looked the most substantial building in the habitat.
    I was ushered into Corrine Arburry’s office just after two o’clock. It was nothing like as stark as mine, with big potted ferns and a colony of large purple-coloured lizards romping round inside a glass case in the corner. According to her file, Corrine had been in Eden for six years, almost since the habitat was opened for residency.
    ‘And how are you settling in?’ she asked wryly.
    ‘Well, they haven’t gone on strike yet.’
    ‘That’s something.’
    ‘What were they saying about me out at the lake?’
    ‘No chance.’ She wagged a finger. ‘Doctor–patient confidentiality.’
    ‘OK, what were the pathology findings?’
    ‘Penny died from the bullet. Her blood chemistry was normal . . . well, there was nothing in it apart from the prescribed viral vectors and a mild painkiller. She hadn’t been drugged; and as far as I can tell there was no disabling blow to the head prior to the shooting, certainly no visible bruising on what was left of her skull. I think the personality memory of her death is perfectly accurate. She walked out to the lake, and the chimp shot her.’
    ‘Thanks. Now what can you tell me about Penny Maowkavitz herself? So far all I’ve heard is that she could be a prickly character.’
    Corrine’s face puckered up. ‘True enough; basically, Penny was a complete pain. Back at the university hospital where I trained we always used to say doctors make the worst patients. Wrong. Geneticists make the worst patients.’
    ‘You didn’t like her?’
    ‘I didn’t say that. And you should be nicer to someone who’s scheduled to cut your skull open in an hour. Penny was just naturally difficult, one of the highly strung types. It upset a lot of people.’
    ‘But not you?’
    ‘Doctors are used to the whole spectrum of human behaviour. We see it all. I was quite firm with her, she respected that. She did argue about aspects of her treatment. But radiation sickness is my field. And a lot of what she said was due to fear.’
    ‘You’re talking about her cancer treatment?’
    ‘That’s right.’
    ‘How bad was it?’
    Corrine dropped her gaze. ‘Terminal. Penny had at most another three months to live. And that last month would have been very rough on her, even with our medical technology.’
    ‘Christ.’
    ‘Are you sure it wasn’t a suicide?’ she asked