The light of the sun was blinding in Los Angeles. Howard Jones had to arrange for the 6 hour flight on the day his son had returned, and on the following night, had to take that flight into places he had never been before.
This was the second time he had been to LA, just not in the area where he first met the illustrious Yakov Perelman.
For a man that was so well-known and regarded, he tended to live in the more isolated and destitute areas. He lived at the beach, where the sun was high and shining, but people don't really live on the beach. They tend to live closeby, yes, but prefer to be in the bustling city where the sound of the waves would not serve as white noise to everything else.
His house also had more open areas. The windows had no panes or bars, just completely open. With the exception of Yakov's room which was situated down into the basement for some reason, every other room had scorching sunlight passing through them.
