Us being me and Joel. I identified certain latents which I have here in photographs numbered one, four, six and eight. He knocked on Speerss door; there was no answer. He called out, Helen, you decent? There was still no answer. Whered you find him? I said. No, I want to be a photographer. A picture can capture everything. No matter how much people lie to you, their true selves are always revealed in their pictures. There are those who claim that there really isnt any such thing asdéjà vu, but suddenly I was back in the coach house on Massachusetts Avenue and it was Sunday afternoon and raining. I think I shuddered a little. Dorothy Quane went on with her monologue, if thats what it was. And maybe some people would be fine with that. She buzzed him in, and met him in the front hall.Ah, yes, thats the correct bandage, she said, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen. Now that the goats are milked, what would you like to drink? Ruth said. Devine stretched out his arm and shoulder, touched his injured face, and tensed a bit as the train slowed. There it was. The pool, the backyard with the string of lights still up and still on; some servant must have forgotten to pull the plug. Cowl would probably ding their paycheck. They think you have the recorder. I think this, calls for a toast. Heres to crime, she said and then laughed. Yes. They told me when I got here. The family is coming in for... both funerals. I vow it, because if I win, it will be our last time until Im a free civilian again and can do whatever I want..