The bar was a good, neutral place to meet—well, as neutral as they were likely to find anyway. It was obvious Cameron and Sara were more comfortable meeting him there than anywhere else, and he respected that. He was relieved they agreed to meet with him at all. They could have told him to f**k off, like most of the population of Delta, Utah, but they didn’t. That was worth the price of a few beers.
His notebook was sitting near his hand, but he ignored it as they made small talk about the weather and traveling and movies over the first round of drinks. By the time the waitress brought another round, Josh felt like it was time to push forward with his actual purpose.
“I thought you might feel more comfortable if I just took notes, rather than recording the conversation,” Josh explained a
