From the way he’d reacted earlier, the video could have been anything. Surveillance footage from a bank robbery or a CIA message that would explode in the DVD player. Okay, maybe she had seen one too many movies, but with the way he was acting? Nothing was off the table. Sax flicked off the lights and sat a short distance from her on the couch. A title splashed in red text came across the screen. Mastering Elaine. Some swanky seventies music started up. From the grainy picture and barely existent plot, this DVD could only be one thing. A porn flick. She flashed a look at Sax, but his eyes were riveted on the screen. Was Sax in the porn industry? Did he act in films? Make them? Is that what he wanted to tell her but couldn’t find the words? The woman in the DVD was nearly nude and beautiful. Large rounded breasts, velvety-white skin and long red hair that fell below her shoulders. She scrubbed the kitchen counter with a rag. Maggie nervously twirled a strand of her own red hair and couldn’t help but notice the similarities between herself and the woman.
