Mason rubs his face with both hands, first up, then down, twisting it into strange contortions. He must have made this same movement thousands of times. "Kendall, yeah, what an amazing young woman. I mean, that makes me sound like I'm a hundred. She died the night of our company holiday party. Kendall was in charge of the whole thing, booked the venue, security, catering. She worked with a party planner, but I don't remember the name. I remember that night she seemed stressed. She has this thing she did with her eyebrows when she was tense but trying not to show it. She had an argument with the caterer about something, and things were getting a little heated. There was private security for the party, and this guy came over and helped the caterer settle down. He was big, and he seemed pretty protective of Kendall, but he was protective of all of us, you know. That's his job. Anyway, the party was great, everyone had a good time, only a few people had too much to drink. Last I saw her was around midnight, she was picking up stray gift bags and items for the lost and found. I told her that she had done a great job and to enjoy her two weeks off and I'd see her in the new year. I didn't see her leave. The police said she left alone. I figured she must have cut through the park to get some air or clear her mind. It wasn't exactly a short cut, but it wasn't out of the way."