Chapter 7
ROUND 5
“What is this place?” We’re back in the industrial part of town. I forgot to ask Sawyer when I met him here a few nights ago.
Bear helps me pick my way across some broken concrete to the warehouse door. “This is Sawyer’s studio.”
“Is he here?” I don’t know how Sawyer will like Bear bringing me here. Something tells me their friendship is now a bit strained.
“Not now. Come on. I have something to show you.”
Inside is pretty dim, like the first time. I step into a dust-mote filled patch of light.
“What is it you wanted to show me?”
He flicks the lights and they stutter to life. I’m in the middle of a circle of photos, blown up to cover painting sized canvases. My face reflected a dozen times.
“Oh my God.” It’s me, at the beach, hair blown across my face, curves on
