Luca's POV
I found the photographer in four minutes. He was sitting on a bench near the east entrance with a long lens camera and the particular stillness of someone trying not to look like what he was. One of Marco's men reached him before I did. By the time I got there, he had his hands up and a look on his face that said he was paid help, not a believer.
"Who hired you?" I said.
"Agency job. I don't know the client."
"Which agency?"
He told me. Marco photographed his credentials and let him go. The man walked fast and didn't look back.
I went back to Maya.
She'd moved Aria to the swings and was pushing her with the mechanical calm of someone keeping everything normal for a four-year-old's benefit. She looked at me over Aria's head when I returned.
"Hired photographer," I said qu
