“Like, she doesn’t look happy.” Easton swings his legs around toward me.
“She doesn’t look unhappy,” Dante says over his shoulder.
“But where is this?” He shakes the photo.
“What, that’s where you went to school?” Dante says.
“Ha, ha. No, it’s not like Haley’s science building. That’s the thing. Look at the wall.”
“What?” Sam takes the photo from him, shrugs, and hands it to me.
“It’s plaster,” I say. And then I look at the crease by the ceiling. “It’s old. Like, older than America. This has got to be in Europe.”
“It’s a college in Europe, then?” Sam takes it back from me.
Now I’m squinting. “No, I don’t think so. Weird cot and a cross on the wall.”
“She’s got dark hair, high cheekbones, and an olive shade of skin. Or at least I think so. It’s hard to tell with a black-and-white photograph.”
“Are we playing ‘who is she related to?’” Dante picks the photo up, his eyebrows raised.
“Why not?” I turn my notebook to the list of people on the other raft. “While people can have relatives that look like anything, it’s not Cruz. He’s?—”
“A hundred and twenty percent California,” Easton says.
I cock my head at him.
“What? We talked about surfing when I was working out and he was wiping down the side of the boat. He wanted to know what exercise to do to be a better swimmer.”
“Fair, that sounds like something Cruz would do.” I put another negative sign next to his name. I’d already ruled him out, but I’m glad to have someone else do it too.
“Waldo has red hair,” Sam says.
“But he was born in France.” I tap my pen by his name.
“There are a lot of churches in France.”
Sam’s holding the photograph upside down. “What’s this?” He hands it to me. “Look at the bottom of her ankle. She’s got a tattoo.”
“Yeah, it’s like a cartoon. How did we not see it before?” I hand it to Easton.
“It’s a lot brighter outside, and it’s awfully small. Easy to miss,” Easton says. “Weird tattoo. Is that a tri-corner hat on a cartoon character?”
“Hey.” Haley and Calvin come around the blind. Calvin’s carrying the tub of dishes. She sits next to me and wraps her arm around my shoulder. “What’s a weird tattoo?”
“The girl on the creepy bed. She’s got a tattoo on her ankle.” Easton hands it to Haley.
“I mean, that’s Sir CC. I suppose it’s weird. But then I’m a Washington Wizards fan.”
I stare at her. But then I realize the other guys are too.
“What, none of you watch basketball?” Her mouth is open, her eyes wide.
“Football,” Sam, Dante, and Calvin say.
“I didn’t have time for anything else but swimming.”
“Football, the real kind.” I cock my head at her.
