The pleasantness was gone entirely now, dropped like something he no longer needed to carry. What was underneath it was colder and more deliberate and not remotely surprised. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “I also have photographs,” Ray said. “Two hours before your wedding. Behind the olive tree along the garden wall.
The woman you were with was wearing a wedding ring.” He paused. “My photographer has better equipment than you’d think.” For one moment Samuel looked at Ray with an expression that had nothing performed about it. Just a man calculating an exit. Then he picked up the jacket from the arm of the chair and walked toward the front door.