"Your mind wasn't on it."

"I'm not sure that it was my mind that wasn't on that photograph, but now I can think of nothing but seeing a photo that was hidden in back of the painting of Utah Beach. That, and the game film exchange tomorrow with Larry, the Coach of the Diablo Mountain Wolves -- and, before we walk to Chinatown for dinner, another kiss and a beer.

From the folder -- which also contained prints of photos she had taken of the studio/workshop; of retired Art Librarian, Kendrick MacGillivray; and of Susanna -- Caydance removed a xerox copy of the photograph she found in an envelope concealed in the back of the painting of Utah Beach.

In the photograph, beside a venerable wooden easel, a middle aged man looked out to sea, as if he saw something that was no longer there. His clearly once handsome face was disfigured by evident scars. Propped on a rock beside him were wooden crutches. On the easel, the watercolor painting, that now hung on the wall of the studio/workshop, was unfinished.

"Ted Treharne?"

"I don't know, but I think Susanna will."

"If so, then the things you told me this morning -- the existence of a testament that left the hotel to Ted and the possibility that Ted was the Father of Susanna's son -- are relevant."