Jamal waited at the hotel entrance, half-hidden behind a potted palm, camera in hand. He’d waited here since Sunday night. Now it was raining, but Jamal didn’t move. He’d sent his partner after coffee.
Carly arrived with an umbrella, too. She handed him the coffee cup.
“Thanks.” He sipped the hot drink.
”Variety reported Brad’s in Palm Springs with Jennifer,” she said. “Are you sure Angelina went in there?”
“She’s been missing since Friday and he’s not worried.” Jamal chuckled. “The picture I get when Angelina comes out could be worth thousands, especially if she’s with George.”