“Close enough.”
“Never mind. Matheson said you’d found that tape?”
“Oh, yeah. Are you still interested in it?”
“Sure.”
He looked beyond me to the stairs, but no one was coming up them. “Come on in. I’ll get it for you.”
I followed him into the apartment.
“Can I get you something? A drink? Coffee? Some leftover pizza?”
“No, thanks. I just finished dinner.”
“Okay. Well, it’s in the living room. I tried to get Wills to watch it, but he said porn is one thing, and home movies are something else.”
“He’s got a point.”
“I resent that! ‘Home movies’ implies it was done by amateurs. I’m a pro.”
“A retired pro.”
Theo jumped. Matheson had come in, unseen by him, his tread so quiet I had almost been unaware of him. I nodded in approval.
“I meant when it comes to filming. You know I don’t
