Gil as previously with Foglost. Roberto and Rodrigo in the TV area, headphones on, attention on their respective laptops. FAINT SONG OF GOLDEN-CHEEKED WARBLER. Gil turns a page near the end, marks page, closes book when his PHONE CHIRPS. He picks up, stares at the Organ Mountains selfie we saw Tom take.
GIL: Híjole.
He opens to the author flap at the back of the book. The medium shot of Hunter in plaid flannel looking back at the camera from where Tom took the selfie, snow on the peaks of the Organ Mountains behind him.
The blurb below reads:
H.C. Hunter is the author of two other novels, Yubaville and Isleton, and The Arroyo: short stories.
Maria in socks arrives in the entry way. Gil compares the two images, shakes his head, unaware of Maria's approach until she is behind him, looking over his shoulder at the images. He looks at her.
MARIA: Dad?
GIL: Maria.
MARIA: It looks like they're in the same spot.
Gil returns his attention to the images.
GIL: I agree.
MARIA: Same stone wall, right?
GIL: Very similar at least.
MARIA: At least.
MARIA: Do you think they are in the same spot?
GIL: It sure looks like it.
MARIA: Do you know if Tom has any connection to H.C. Hardyn?
GIL: I do.
MARIA: Can you tell me more about their connection?
GIL: I cannot.
He looks at her.
GIL (CONT.): Not now.
Maria nods.
MARIA: This is big, isn't it?
Gil nods.
MARIA: Mail run, anything going out?
Gil shakes head. Maria winks, leaves. Gil stares at the images.
FAINT WHIR OF CICADAS.
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