“I mean, I don’t know, it’s possible. Stan did tell him he was a photog from The Metropolitan. Told him to back off.”

“Did Dick Colby say who this guy was, this Barbie guy?”

“He works for Lenny Indigo, that guy that got sent up? That name mean anything to you?”

“Sure. We ran the trial coverage. Sears covered it. He ran half the criminal operations in town.”

“That was the guy.”

“I’m calling Dick, telling him this. He’ll be doing the story on it, he’ll need this info, he can pass it on to the cops.”

“It doesn’t make any sense,” I said. “I mean, if it was Bullock, there’s no way he’d be able to get the film back at this point. He’d have to know Stan would have turned it in by now. It’s been a day and a half.”

“Maybe he didn’t want the film,” Sarah said. “Maybe he just wanted to get even.”

I glanced at the clock. It was after nine. I had to get going. “Listen, Sarah, call Dick, tell him what I told you.”

“He may want to call you, get more details.”

“He’ll have to call my cell. I’m going out.”

“Where? What do you have to do?”

“Look, I’ll explain everything to you when you get home.”

It was the wrong thing to say. “What do you mean, explain it to me when I get home? Whenever you say something like that, there’s something I need to know right now.”

“Honestly, things are fine.”

“Is this about Paul?”

“No.”

“Then it’s about Angie.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“What’s going on with Angie?”

I took a breath. “First of all, I’m still worried about this Trevor Wylie. The guy’s been following her around.”

“Look, so he runs into her once in a while. That doesn’t make him a stalker.”

“No, Sarah, he’s actually following her around. In his car. When Angie goes someplace, he follows her.”

“Oh God. Angie told you this?”

“No, she—” And I stopped myself.

“If she hasn’t told you, then how do you know he’s following her? Zack? Hello? Are you there?”

“It’s a hunch,” I said.

Sarah got very quiet. “No, not with you, it wouldn’t be a hunch. Zack, how do you know Trevor’s following her?”

“I might have seen him, you know, following her.”

“How did you see that? Good God, Zack, have you been following him?”

“No,” I said, emphatically. “I have not been following him. Not exactly.”

“Then who have you been following?”

I said nothing.

“Zack? Tell me you’re not following your own daughter.”

I guess I must have hesitated.

“Oh my God,” Sarah said. “You’re unfuckingbelievable.”