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but to tell you that quite a few of us are worried, because Alex was central to some of our most important projects, and her death was sounexpected. We want to make sure these projects go forward, and to be frank, some of us are anxious to be sure that her death was a matter of natural causes.”
    “I assured Jean that it was,” Mqaret told Swan, seeing the look on her face.
    Genette did not look completely convinced by this reassurance. “Did Alex ever mention anything to you concerning enemies, threats—danger of any kind?” the small asked Swan.
    “No,” Swan said, trying to remember. “She wasn’t that kind of person. I mean, she was always very positive. Confident that things were going to work out.”
    “I know. It’s so true. But that’s why you might remember if she had ever said anything out of keeping with her usual optimism.”
    “No. I can’t remember anything like that.”
    “Did she leave you any kind of will or trust? Or a message? Something to be opened in the event of her death?”
    “No.”
    “We did have a trust,” Mqaret said, shaking his head. “It doesn’t have anything unusual in it.”
    “Would you mind if I had a look around her study?”
    Alex had kept her study in a room at the far end of Mqaret’s lab, and now Mqaret nodded and led the little inspector down the hall to it. Swan trailed behind them, surprised that Genette had known of Alex’s study, surprised Mqaret would be so quick to show it, surprised and upset by this notion of enemies, of “natural causes” and its implied opposite. Alex’s death, investigated by some kind of police person? She couldn’t grasp it.
    While she sat in the doorway trying to figure out what it could mean, trying to come to grips with it, Genette made a thorough search of Alex’s office, opening drawers, downloading files, sweeping a fat wand over every surface and object. Mqaret watched it all impassively.
    Finally the little inspector was done, and stood before Swanregarding her with a curious look. As Swan was sitting on the floor, they were about eye level. The inspector appeared on the verge of another question, but in the end did not say it. Finally: “If you recall anything you think might help me, I would appreciate you telling me.”
    “Of course,” Swan said uneasily.
    The inspector then thanked them and left.
    W hat was that about?” Swan asked Mqaret.
    “I don’t know,” Mqaret said. He too was upset, Swan saw. “I know that Alex had a hand in a lot of things. She’s been one of the leaders in the Mondragon Accord from the beginning, and they have a lot of enemies out there. I know she’s been worried about some system problems, but she didn’t give me any details.” He gestured at the lab. “She knew I wouldn’t be that interested.” A hard grimace. “That I had my own problems. We didn’t talk about our work all that much.”
    “But—” Swan started, and didn’t know how to go on. “I mean—enemies? Alex?”
    Mqaret sighed. “I don’t know. The stakes could be considered high, in some of these matters. There are forces opposed to the Mondragon, you know that.”
    “But still.”
    “I know.” After a pause: “
Did
she leave you anything?”
    “No! Why should she? I mean, she wasn’t expecting to die.”
    “Few people are. But if she had concerns about secrecy, or the safety of certain information, I can see how she might think you would be a kind of refuge.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Well, couldn’t she have put something into your qube without telling you?”
    “No. Pauline is a closed system.” Swan tapped behind her right ear. “I mostly keep her turned off these days. And Alex wouldn’tdo that anyway. She wouldn’t talk to Pauline without asking me first, I’m sure of it.”
    Mqaret heaved another sigh. “Well, I don’t know. She didn’t leave me anything either, as far as I know. I mean, it would be like Alex to tuck something away without telling us. But nothing has popped