There is a balm in the air, and it's an unruffled night in San Francisco. On the back terrace of the family home in Seacliff, Paul Barker is walking back and forth. He stops and peers expectantly into the darkness toward the front of the house, but all is quiet. He resumes his pacing, then a voice calls cautiously. It's Jack, and he stops to talk to Paul a moment before locking up. They discuss Rexford Frome again, and Christine - who Paul is hoping will speak to him this evening.