“I need your help,” he said, and held out a package—like he was a house guest bringing me a bottle of wine.

Funny, but I was almost relieved to see him. He stepped back a little when he saw my face but he got over it soon enough. I gestured for him to come inside.

I looked over the package and read the letter. A sister. Hollywood. Naughty movies.

It was clear enough. He wanted me to find her.

“Why?” I asked.

He met my eye which was something not too many people did nowadays. “Because you’re better at it than I am. It’s your job. Last time I . . .” his words trailed off.

I turned and moved deeper into the office. He had no choice but to follow. I sat down. He stood. I put the yellow film tin and the letter on the desk. He made no move to take them.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” I said.

Ray didn’t say anything at first. He just met my gaze, looking tense. It had taken a lot for him to come to me. After a minute he said, “Why?”