“This conversation is dynastic,” Britt (behind Bogart’s hand) had murmured as Riggs (the ghost in the fedora in the curtains behind her) had continued the career lecture, even daring to call her B-list. This was the night before she killed him, principally because he was like some joyless junior high teacher who didn’t believe in grade inflation, but also because she wanted to know how murder felt, so she could put that in her actor’s toolbox.⠀