They went to Cascais on Saturday morning, all three of them, in the early grey of a September morning before the tourists arrived and when the beach had the particular quality of belonging to the people who lived there.
Daniel went straight to the water's edge, because Daniel always went straight to wherever the action was, and began a systematic survey of the exposed rock pool area with the focused thoroughness of a professional.
She and Leonardo stood back by a metre and watched.
"He's going to find something," Leonardo said.
"He always finds something."
"I mean something good. He has an instinct for it."
She looked at him. "You've noticed that."
"He picked up the Porto granite in three seconds from a platform with thirty other rocks on it. He knew before he'd consciously assessed
