“Why would I do that?” Behm said.

Todd didn’t have an answer.

“Okay,” he said. “Then someone else did.”

“What, you think I send my films to Kodak to be printed? I develop my own pictures.”

“Then I don’t know.”

“Nope, nor do I.”

Todd and Behm looked at the picture of Janis again.

“She looks happy, talking to that air,” Behm said. “Mr. Milstead, we have no evidence that your wife’s lover exists. Only the evidence of our own eyes.”

Todd thought for a moment.

“Can you draw?” he said.

“No,” said Behm. “And even if I could, what good would that be? I could hire a fucking sketch artist and get them to come with me on a stakeout and they could draw her. But so what? I’d just have a drawing. And drawings aren’t evidence.”

“I could show it to Janis,” said Todd.

“If you wanted to,” Behm said. “But she’d just think you were crazy. And she’d have a point.”

“I don’t believe this,” Todd said. “We’re this close to nailing her.”

“Not sure what you mean by nailing,” said Behm. “Like I said, evidence of adultery itself won’t help you in court. Especially given you were the first offender, as it were. And even if we did find some magical court with a judge and jury who were all crazy down on women, and we had film of Mrs. Milstead and her pal sitting in a diner together, so what? We’ve got proof that she knows another woman. Big deal.”

“Can we get footage?” said Todd, seizing on the first thing Behm had said that made sense to him. “Not of them in a diner.”

“What, film them in bed?”

“Fucking, yeah.”

“You think a film camera will work when a photographic camera won’t?”

Todd said nothing. Behm took a deep breath.

“Mr. Milstead, I’m biting the hand that feeds me here,” he said. “But my advice? You need to drop this.”

Todd felt something tighten inside his chest.

“I’m not going to drop this,” he said. “I’ve got to nail her.”

Behm was about to reply when the phone rang. Todd grabbed it.

“Not now!” he shouted.

Sara said, “Todd, it’s me.”

Todd held the receiver out. He inhaled.

“Sara,” he said. “It’s not a good time.”

“I accept your apology,” Sara said, and rang off.

Todd breathed deeply. He fixed Behm with an angry glare.

“I want you to carry on with this,” he said.

“There’s no point,” said Behm.

“Just do it,” said Todd. “I’ll pay.”

Behm considered the man before him. Todd was breathing heavily. His eyes were round and staring. He looked like he was barely in control of his emotions.

“No,” he said.

Todd lunged at him. Behm stepped to one side and Todd crashed into the table.