The oceanarium, the night of the transfer. Since March the tropical hall had housed a one-of-a-kind specimen, bought from a Singapore breeder for more than the building itself is worth, waiting for its permanent tank to be finished. At eleven the aquarium was found half drained, its lid slid open and no fish inside. No glass is broken, and the water on the floor runs all the way to the tunnel.
A liar lies about everything they say.