The actress walked close, her shoulder brushing against his. ‘The night’s beautiful here,’ she said, stopping and looking up. ‘You can see every star sprinkled across the dome of the heavens.’ ‘Don’t you get that in LA?’ She laughed softly. ‘You obviously haven’t been. The city’s lit up like an operating theatre. You can’t see anything of the night sky.’ ‘Not even on Mulholland Drive?’ ‘You don’t give up, do you?’ she said, turning to him and then walking on. ‘I thought you brought me out here to talk about the accident,’ he said, catching up with her. ‘Rather than warble poetically about the sky at night.’ ‘Perils of an English major,’ she said, looking at him thoughtfully. ‘Besides, I grew up in Arizona. You really think that old story has something to do with what happened to Maria here?’ ‘I don’t know, but something strange is going on. It seems like a good place to start.’ They had reached the beginning of the beach. Cara led him to a table at the extent of the bar area.
