Page 37 of Capturing You
He ate the rest of the sandwich, lifted the plate, and headed for the door. “Thanks for dinner,” he called over his shoulder.
“You’re welcome. I was wondering if I could ask a favor?”
He slid his plate into the dishwasher, knowing he could either hear the favor here or back in the office. Since he wanted her to leave him alone, he opted to hear it now.
She moved into the opening between the breakfast room and the kitchen. “Could I borrow your computer?”
“No.”
“No? Just…no?”
Since his answer had been clear, he saw no reason to expand on it. He closed the dishwasher and started to leave.
“Wait.” Of course she followed. “I need to send the photos I took this morning to the police.”
He spun around so fast that Brooklynn nearly crashed into him. Her eyes were wide.
“You got pictures?” he asked. “Of the people who followed you?”
“I don’t think they’re very clear, but it’s hard to tell on my camera’s tiny screen. I thought?—”
“Come on.” He marched away, his heart thumping.
Maybe Brooklynn had caught the faces that had eluded Forbes for months. He’d had cameras installed to surveil the dock, hidden high in the trees. Unfortunately, the angle made it impossible to make out faces. He’d considered lowering the cameras, but he’d worried doing so would be noticed, or that the cameras themselves would be seen.
Brooklynn had surely had a better angle.
In the office, he moved the files he’d been reading to one side of the desk, then opened his MacBook and powered it up. “How do you transfer the pictures? I don’t have an SD slot.”
“My camera connects to Wi-Fi.”
He gave her the network name and password, and she got it hooked up.
“Do you mind if I sit?”
He did mind a little, but moved out of the way. They were her photos, after all.
She settled in the chair, and he stood behind her and watched the screen over her shoulder. He should’ve brought one of his larger displays from his home office back in Boston. He was cursing the small laptop screen now.
The first images were of the Atlantic just as the sun peeked over the horizon. She was scrolling through them quickly.
“Those are…wow.”
He guessed she was smiling at the compliment and angled forward to see her face, picking up her distinctive scent.
Her expression was as serious as he’d ever seen it. Lips pressed closed, eyes laser-focused on the images. Nose scrunched.
He studied the photographs again.
They looked great to him. “Are you not happy?”
“Huh?” Her eyes flicked to him. “Sorry. I was just…” She seemed barely aware that he was there as she advanced the photos.
And then stopped. Her breath caught.
She’d captured the sun shining through a cresting wave. The deep teal color contrasted beautifully with the gunmetal-gray water surrounding it. There was a cliff in the background, a seagull diving on one side.
The other photos had been good. This was spectacular.
