“So why do you do this?”
“What?”
“This type of reporting. Don’t you just write about old people playing backgammon and golf?”
“No. These people are too old for golf.”
“I’m serious.”
“It’s a hostile question.”
“I’m a hostile person.”
He didn’t laugh.
“I do other things.”
“Like what?”
“I’m working on something. A big article.”
“What?”
“It probably won’t get published.”
“Now I’m curious.”
“Good. That means it’s a good story.”
“Can you give me a hint?”
“There’s not enough for a hint yet.”
“Then why bother?”
“Because it’s important.”
“I don’t understand you.” She got up and stood close to his chair, her stomach in front of his face. She was backlit. He could see the outline where her dress stopped and her body started.
“I’m getting somewhere. The article’s nothing now. But I just feel that since I have the time to look into other things, I should. I’ll always have enough time to write puff pieces about banquet halls or cheap flights to New York.”
She leaned closer and he pushed the chair back. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to. But he did. She leaned back and sighed. Her hair blew up in front of her face.
“That’s good to hear. Please…be careful.”
“Why?”
She stopped and looked around the room. She put her hand on a bruise.
“I’m just kidding.” She smiled weakly. “I should go.”
And like that, she did. He watched her walk out the room. Even though she wasn’t wearing shoes, she still swung her hips like she was wearing heels. The door shut and he was left alone with his bruises.
CHAPTER 29
“My God, Jacob, we have to take you to a hospital!”
“Gary, it happened last night. I’m fine.”
Gary’s hair frizzed out like it was reacting to Jake’s face. It didn’t look happy. He leaned in close and examined Jake’s bruises, the black eye and jaw level swells. His skin looked like a rotten banana.
“How did this happen?”
“I was attacked when I went to see Abram Samuels.”
“Who did this?”
“That’s the problem. I don’t know. But we should go. We have to be at Sunset Cove before ten. I’m glad Rothschild’s being photographed instead of me.”
They walked to the car and got in. Then Gary reminded Jake that he needed to get his gear. Jake opened the garage door-pulling it up reminded him of everywhere he ached. He got the lenses, the tripod, the case, and the camera. He put it all in the trunk and sat in the driver’s seat again. Gary nodded.
“The doctor says that in a few months, I can carry some of my equipment. None of the heavy things, of course.”
They started down the road-they were already running late. Gary stared at Jake’s face in horror. At least he was able to ask questions.
“What did Abram Samuels tell you?”
“Well, a lot. That’s why I’m glad we’re going to Sunset Cove today. He basically gave me two leads.”
“Where do they lead to?”
They got onto the highway and sped up. Gary closed the window and listened.
“Well, the leads are Sheryl Goldfein and Charlotte Ward. I can handle Charlotte. I’m going to investigate her place.”
“How will you get in?”
“Abram gave me the key. He and Charlotte were, uh, in a relationship.”
“They were?”
“Yes.”
“Amazing! I never would have known. Although Meryl always says that love is a powerful thing. I certainly agree.”
“Right. Funny you should mention that.”
“It was funny?”
“Uh, sure. It reminds me of the other lead Abram gave us. I think you’re familiar with Sheryl Goldfein. Abram insists that she knows what’s going on, or at least has some connection to what happened to Charlotte.”
“That woman-she called my house!”
“She did what?”
“She must have found one of my photography credits in the paper and then looked me up in the phone book. She called my house and Meryl answered.”
“What happened?”
“Meryl hung up. She didn’t know it was Sheryl who was calling, but I knew it was her.”
“How did you know?”
“Meryl said that the caller asked to speak to ‘her poet of light.’ And Meryl said ‘He sure as heck doesn’t live here.’ Then she hung up.”
“Well, you certainly convinced Sheryl you’re the real deal.”
“I know.”
They were close to Sunset Cove. The water was shining in the distance and the angle of the sun threw off light in their direction. Jake sighed.
“How about doing it again?”
“Doing what again?”
“Seducing Sheryl.”
“I can’t!”
“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.