“We need to talk to those bar regulars,” I said. “The ones that were friends with Daniel.”
“And we will.” Gideon checked his watch. “It’s too early, right now. Even for regular bar patrons.”
I nodded.
Since we needed to fill some time, we decided to go back to the resort, pick up the kids and take them out for ice cream. There was a cute little shop we had passed on the way to the lawyers that had fluffy clouds painted in the windows and a sign advertising 40 different ice cream flavors!
With the kids in tow, giving Peter and the babysitter a break, we walked into the store and allowed the kids to make a cone of their own choosing from all the flavors.
One thing I had noticed about this pack was that, the lawyer aside, everyone was very friendly. The people held open doors or said go
