“I brought myself.”
“That’s not always the same as bringing what you owe.”
He stood with his hands in his pockets. The pool glittered behind him, empty of gold now, ordinary again. “Where is it?”
“Safe.”
“Sloan’s losing her mind.”
“Sloan lost something yesterday,” Eleanor said. “Her mind was not on the list.”
Harrison exhaled through his nose. He sat on the step below hers, the way he had as a teenager when he wanted to talk but did not want to face her fully. “She didn’t mean to knock the picture in.”