Chapter 6

“Geez, Randy, that’s a fat envelope. How many pictures did you take that day?”

“I had the camera set to shoot a half frame every thirty seconds,” he said, “which allowed me to accumulate seventy-two photographs in a little over half an hour. I also had a wide angle lens on the camera, and it was focused on that little natural pool because I knew that was where we would be.”

“Now what?”

“I’m gonna use that nifty little device you gave me for Christmas a couple of years ago,” he said, “and transfer these negatives to digital images. Then it’s time for Photoshop.”

“Have at it,” I said, and went back to work.

I took a break around midmorning, but Randy was still hard at it. “I’m going up to the kitchen,” I said. “Bring you anything?”

“Something cold, wet, and non-alcoholic,” he said.

“Will do.”

When I returned to the safe room carrying two cans of Sprite, he was waiting for me with a triumphant look in his eyes. “What’s up?”