“Now, this is nice,” Gene said as he looked around the loft. “Where did those come from?”
“They’re mine,” Kurt replied. “From when I was a news photographer. Brody rescued my portfolio from my apartment before the building manager cleaned everything out so he could rent the place.”
“We had some of them hanging on the walls of our rooms at the boarding house. When we got here, Kurt stuck the portfolio under his bed and forgot about it, until today.”
“Because we were bored and needed something to do. So—” Kurt gestured at the walls, “—now we have some decorations.”
“Don’t worry,” Tonio said. “We put them far enough back that they can’t be seen from the floor of the barn, as shadowy as it is up here.”
Gene and Van walked from one photo to the next, studying them. “This one is beautiful,”
