He moved to the next window. Living room: hearth with fire burning, white cat sleeping on the area rug in front of it, black leather furniture. Gwen sat at the end of the sofa, her feet propped on a coffee table, her head bowed as she went over some papers, prob- ably manuscript pages. A half-full wineglass sat on the table beside her; she reached for it and sipped, looking up at the window. Involuntarily Matt stepped back, even though he knew she couldn't possibly see him. She set the glass down, turned her head, and spoke to someone outside of his range of vision. Appeared to be waiting for an answer. Still pretty, Gwennie, even after fourteen years. You've taken good care of yourself. Of course, with money, that's easy. He began to snap photographs.