ful not to slam the door。 Leaving the key in the car； and the door just slightly ajar in case she needed to make a fast getaway； she headed back down the street to the gate。
There were no cameras mounted along the perimeter this time； which surprised her； but then perhaps she was walking into a nest of infamous felons； and everyone in the vicinity knew to keep their distance。 If so…if the people Marco was doing business with were real villains…then she was in trouble。 She was alone up here； and nobody knew where she'd gone。
This is insanity； she thought to herself as she walked。 But she kept on walking。 The prospect of ing out of this the unlikely heroine was simply too attractive to be turned down。 Yes； there was a risk。 But then perhaps it was time she took a few； instead of hiding away in her house and doting on her picture collection。 She was in the thick of things now； and she wasn't going to allow herself to turn her back on this adventure。 If she did…if she got in her car and drove away…wouldn't she always wonder how different things might have been if for once in her life she'd had the courage of her instincts？
Arnie had always called her a dreamer； and maybe he was right about that。 Maybe she'd been living in a dream world for too long； with her little museum of photographs to dote on； hoping…though it could never happen； of course…that one day； when she flicked through the pictures； Todd would look at her and smile at her and invite her into his world； to stay。 It was a silly dream； and she knew it。 Whereas being here now； walking on the hard street in the hot sun； with an old cracked wall to the left of her…all that was real； perfectly real。 So perhaps today was the day when the photographs became real too； the day when she finally found her way to a man of flesh and blood； to a Todd who would return her look； finally； see her and smile at her。
The thought made her quicken her step； and she arrived at the gates breathing a little faster； exhilarated by the prospect that with the hazards she imagined the house contained there was one possibility she could not properly imagine （though Lord knows she'd tried to conjure it over and over）： the image of her idol； appearing before her； and her with so much to say she wouldn't know where to begin。
TEN
She scanned the area around the gates （the bars of which were exquisitely interwoven with both wrought iron vines and the living variety）； in search of the inevitable security cameras； but to her surprise found none。 They were either extremely well concealed； or else the owners of this house were so certain that their Canyon was safe from visitors that they didn't feel the need of them。 More surprisingly still； the gates had no locks； she was able to push one of them open wide enough for her to slip through。
She could see some of the house from where she stood； though it was mostly hidden by the great riot of shrubs and trees that lined the curving driveway。 Caputo's car was parked close to the front door。 The trunk was open； and he was now unloading his loot。 She wished she'd brought a camera； then she could have simply photographed him in the middle of his illicit transaction； and left with her evidence。 But as it was； she felt obliged to get a little closer； and find out who he was dealing with。 If she didn't have some further evidence； it was going to end up being his word against hers； and she； after all； was the trespasser here。 Her accusations weren't going to carry much weight unless she could be very specific about what she had witnessed。
She waited until Caputo had gone into the house； and then crept towards the front door； covering perhaps half the distance between door and gate before the thief strode out of the house again； and returned to the car。 She ducked for cover behind a Bird of Paradise； its sickly sap gummy beneath her heels。 From there she watched while Caputo hauled another load of booty up out of the trunk。 As he did so there was a shout from inside the house； the voice curiously muted。
〃Marco！ This picture's cracked。〃
〃Shit。〃
Marco set down the box he was lifting from the trunk； and went back to the doorstep。 As he did so； the owner of the picture； and of that curiously muffled voice； came out of the house。 The sight of him made Tammy's heart quicken。 First； he was shirtless； his slacks hanging low on his hips。 His torso was tanned； but far from trim。 He looked to have a body that had once been well cared for but was now quickly going to seed。 The muscles of his upper arms were soft； and he had the beginnings of love…handles spilling over his belt。 His face was swathed in bandages。 They weren't tight to his skull； like the bandaging on a mummy。 They were more irregular； patches of gauze held against his cheeks and brow and jaw and neck； with lengths of bandaging running all the way around his head to secure them and locks of his lush dark hair stuck up out of the bandages like tufts from the pate of a clown。 All in all； that was what he resembled； with his ill…fitting pants； and his little paunch： something from a circus。 Part clown； part freak。
He lifted up the picture for Marco to see。 〃Look。〃
〃It's just the glass that's cracked。 Easy fix。〃
〃You're careless。〃
〃I said I'd get it fixed； boss。〃
〃That's not the point。 You're fucking careless。〃
Only as the clown returned into the house； dropping the offending picture against the door…jamb for Marco to pick up； did Tammy realize who she'd just seen。
It was Todd。 Oh my Lord。。。
It was Todd standing there on the doorstep； with his face all bandaged up and his stomach hanging over his trousers。
Tammy heard herself gasping。 She put her hand over her mouth to silence the sound； but she needn't have bothered。 The men's fractious exchange had escalated into an argument loud enough to drown out any noise she might make。
〃You're so fucking clumsy。〃
〃Some of the stuff slipped off the back seat； that's all。 No big deal。 It was an accident。〃
〃Well； there's too many fucking accidents around here for my liking。〃
〃Hey。。。I said I'm sorry。〃
〃It's a picture of the house where I was born。〃
〃Yeah？ Well I'll get a new frame for it on Monday。〃 The exchange about the broken glass apparently came to a halt there。 Tammy watched while Caputo stood on the step； staring into the house； muttering something under his breath。 Whatever it was； it wasn't for Todd's ears； he was just quietly letting off steam。 He leaned on the car； lit a cigarette and soothed himself with a smoke。
Tammy didn't dare move。 Even though Caputo wasn't looking directly at her； there was a better than even chance that he'd catch sight of her if she broke cover。 All she could do was stay where she was； her mind filled with feverish explanations for what she'd just seen。
Obviously something horrible had happened to Todd； but what？ Her first thought was that one of his ex…girlfriends had tried to harm him （he'd always had poor judgment when it came to women）。 Either that or there'd been some kind of accident （was that what his remark about 〃too many accidents〃 had meant？）。 Whatever it was； he was in terrible pain； or else why would he be acting the way he just had？ Her heart went out to him。 And to be stuck up here in this God…forsaken place with only that cretin Caputo for pany： it would drive anybody crazy。
Finally； Caputo dropped his cigarette； ground it out； and went back to his work。 Tammy waited until he'd disappeared inside the house and stepped out of her hiding place。 What now？ Back to the gate； up the street to her car； and away？ Clearly that was the most sensible thing to do。 But that would mean leaving without finding what was wrong with her poor Todd。 She couldn't do that。 It was as simple as that。 She couldn't do it。 She was going to have to find a way into the house； and then discover some means to speak to him before Caputo intervened。 Obviously the front door wasn't the way to go； not with the thug standing right there。 She was going to have to try around the back。 She retraced her sticky steps a few yards； and then crossed to the corner of the house。 A paving stone path led down the flank of the house。 It was a narrow； steep descent； a