“You have to. You’re the only person who can break through to her. If we can just find out a little more about what Charlotte might have found, we’ll be so much closer than we are now.”
“Jacob, she called my house.”
“I know.”
“She could endanger my marriage.”
They descended the highway ramp and reached the main road. Jake turned.
“I’ll be breaking and entering to see what Charlotte investigated. You can at least use your charm to chase down a lead.”
He sighed. He ran his hands through his hair and flipped down the passenger side mirror. Then he wet his fingers with spit and brushed it back in place.
“For Charlotte.”
“Thatta boy.”
They pulled into Sunset Cove and found a spot in the lot. Jake lugged the gear up while Gary straightened his posture and tested out romantic lines on Jake.
“I don’t see objects, I see shapes.”
“That’s a good one.”
“There’s something about the way the clouds move. It reminds me of Venice in springtime.”
“That could work. Any others?”
Gary paused to think.
“When I was twelve, I tied a cherry stem with my tongue!”
“You may want to save that one for a rainy day.”
Rothschild and Mel were standing at the top of the hill, near the office. A third man stood beside them. Jake recognized him from the banquet. He had long red hair that ran past his shoulders, and he was wearing all black. At the banquet, he’d subdued the bearded man, and now he seemed just as serious. Mel and Rothschild waved, but the red-haired man kept his arms crossed. They got to the top of the hill and Mel gasped.
“Jake, what happened to you?”
“Long story.”
“Bar fight, Mr. Russo?” Rothschild asked. He smiled and shook Gary’s hand. They introduced themselves to each other and then Rothschild gestured to the red-haired man.
“You’ve met Conrad before, right?”
“I think so.”
It was good he had. Conrad didn’t bother with a handshake. He kept staring at the bottom of the hill where the cars were parked. Rothschild laughed.
“He’s pensive this morning, aren’t you, Conrad?”
“Sir,” he said and nodded. Mel walked closer to Jake, but stayed far enough away to appear professional.
“Are you OK?”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m worried. When did this happen?”
“Last night.”
“Why didn’t you tell me when I called?”
“I didn’t want you to worry.” She looked at Rothschild anxiously. He guessed that his time with Mel was a professional secret, so he covered for her. “I mean, I didn’t want you to worry about rescheduling the appointment.”
“We still can.”
Rothschild frowned and Jake pointed to Gary.
“No, no, I don’t even need to be here. Gary’s the one doing the work. I just tag along.”
Gary set up the gear. They’d be shooting at the top of the hill, with the water and beach serving as Rothschild’s background panorama. Gary squinted and leaned in to look in the viewfinder. Rothschild held his hands at his side the entire time, posing. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt and maroon tie. The wind didn’t move his short white hair or disturb his suit, which was carefully tailored. He seemed content to wait hours for Gary to set up the shot.
“Can you back up a step or two?”
“Wait,” Mel said. She checked if Gary was going to send Rothschild backward into a ditch. It was clear. “Go ahead.”
“What was that about?” Rothschild asked.
“Oh, I just wanted to make sure that you had a clear path.”
“I hardly noticed you limping,” Gary told Mel.
“Thanks. I don’t even need the ankle brace. Not every day, at least.”
“That’s wonderful!”
Gary looked through the viewfinder a little longer and gestured to Rothschild.
“How about you put out your arms out to the side? Like it’s all yours.”
“It is all mine.”
As he took the photographs, Gary shifted his feet side to side anxiously, like his position would change the shots. Rothschild didn’t move. He stood totally still, the same smile frozen on his face. His mouth never twitched and he never blinked. Conrad stared silently and Mel pulled Jake a foot to the side.
“How did it happen?” she whispered. “Your face.”
“I was attacked on the beach.”
“Attacked?”
“Not so loudly.”
“Who attacked you?”
“No idea.”
“Why did they do it?”
“Same answer as before.”
“No idea?”
“None.”
Rothschild coughed and yelled to Gary.
“Do you want any serious photographs?”
“Sure, we can try that.”
Now, instead of gesturing, Rothschild crossed his arms and flattened his smile into a line. He looked more comfortable when he was stiffer. His black eyes gleamed. Jake guessed it was the picture that they’d use. It made the landscape behind him look grander. It made him look grander too.
“These are very nice,” Gary said. “Good lighting.”
“Fine.” Rothschild stayed still.
Mel reached over to Jake again and tapped his arm.
“You said you were on the beach. What beach were you on?”
He shouldn’t have said it. Now he had a choice to make: how involved would she be?
“It was one around here.”
“What?”
“I can’t say much more, right now.”
Rothschild started to squint while Gary took photos.
“I think I’m done here. The sun is getting in my eyes.”
“Just a few more.”
Conrad walked over to Gary and grabbed him at the shoulder.
“He’s very busy today.”
“Just a few more.” Conrad looked up at Rothschild. He nodded.
“Certainly.” Conrad backed away and let Gary click.
Gary took a few more shots. It wasn’t hard to make Rothschild look good, or to make Sunset Cove look beautiful. When it was over, Jake pulled Gary aside and they started dismantling all of the gear. Gary was excited after taking his photos. He always was.
