divided by age and rank (an old, sour male slumped in a cage by himself at the far end). Most sat quietly munching leafy twigs. Allison pointed to a young female in a pen with two others, lolling on her back in a patch of straw. There was no sign that her upbringing had been in any way unusual, that she had, in fact, been raised by a team of keepers, including Allison, who now, at least in front of Claire, paid no special attention to her. A young male pressed himself to the bars and spat at Allison as she passed.
âA normal bit of attention-getting,â Allison said, wiping off her forearm.
When she switched off the lights, the room softened to blue. (Once Claire had asked Allison if she thought the orangutans, or any of the great apes, got migraines. Allison said she didnât know. It would be hard to tell. One of the mountain gorillas over in the Africa pavilion suffered epileptic fits. Sometimes one of the female orangutans rubbed her head as if she had a headache. Since migraines were recorded across time and in most human populations, it was not impossible that apes suffered them, too.)
They passed back through the keepersâ kitchen. Through the animal kitchen, where a young woman was snapping plastic lids over the buckets of monkey chow, and out, again, into the pavilion. Claire followed Allison around to the back entrance of the orangutan exhibit, which Allison unlocked. The woman who had been cleaning the floors had left.
Inside, the door locked again behind them, Allison seated herself on a rectangular riser of cement, on top of a tidied pallet of straw. âYou donât mind?â A tire hung above them from a ropeattached to a roof beam. A film of sweat was spreading over Claireâs skin.
âItâs fine.â The Plexiglas enclosure, vaulting to the heights of the glass roof above, was echoey but private: only in daytime would people peer in. âShe talked to a doctor, but not the one I thought sheâd spoken to. One strange thing is she wanted him to give her a brain scan â he was doing some kind of study but told her he couldnât use her.â
âThatâs weird if she was there as a journalist.â
âI guess.â
âDid she think something was wrong?â
âI donât know.â
Allison wiped her hands on her khakis. âI wish I could remember what her last message said. Now of course I wish Iâd saved it but why would I? I know I listened to it in the morning, which would have been March 16, right? But I donât know when she sent it. I was pissed off. Sheâd said she was coming and then she wasnât, and however sorry she sounded, I was the one who was going to have to tell Star. I keep thinking maybe she said something about trying to visit a couple of weeks later, not that it matters now, but I could be making that up.â
âIâve talked to her phone company and bank but they say they canât give me any information because of privacy regulations.â
âWonât Detective Bird get that sort of thing?â Allison was grazing a piece of straw back and forth against her left wrist. âWhat I keep wondering is if all this has something to do with Star. Everything seemed fine at Christmas. Didnât it? I know she left early, but I donât remember anything upsetting happening.
Star wants to know if Rachelâs coming for her birthday. But what if she feels itâs too difficult, even like this, that somehow itâs better if sheâs not around, if sheâs not around at all.â Allison looked at Claire. âDid she say anything to you about this?â
âNo, she didnât.â
This was what Claire knew: nearly four and a half years ago, one Saturday afternoon in January, Rachel had arrived without warning on Allisonâs doorstep, along with eighteen-month-old Star strapped in her stroller.
According to Rachel, as soon as Allison opened the door, she had
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