Chapter 3

Olivia had a portfolio under one arm that she set down on the desk.

“I have to show you something,” she said, flipping it open. “Tell me if I’m crazy.”

“Okay.” Lou waited while she thumbed through the pictures before laying three of them out in front of him.

“What do you see?” she asked.

“Quint. And Clay holding Jamie, sitting on one of the lounge chairs. They all look very happy. Okay…Jamie looks more like he’s about to fall asleep, poor baby.”

“Look behind them.”

Lou did, then asked, “What am I supposed to be seeing?”

Taking a magnifying glass from her purse, she handed it to him. “Look at the window to the right of them, in the building behind them. I wouldn’t have seen it if I hadn’t been trying to decide how to crop the photos.”

Lou did, then frowned. “It might not be what it looks like,” he said, tapping one of the pictures.

“But you dosee it. It’s not my imagination.”