Still dripping seawater, the trio headed back towards the hotel.
“What do you suppose that was all about?” said Sally. “Why would he need a g*n? Anyone with a concealed g*n in the tropics is either a d**g dealer or a secret agent. And he didn’t look much like a secret agent to me.”
When they got to Nelson Foster’s office they found the door closed and the blinds drawn. Sandy found this unusual. His dad rarely closed his door and he couldn’t remember a single time when the blinds had been drawn.
Tentatively he knocked at the door. Getting no response, he knocked louder.
Sandy knocked still louder but still there was no response. Slowly opening the door into the darkened office, Sandy noticed that some of the furniture had been overturned and there were papers strewn around the office.
