I SAT DOWN IN WHAT I was coming to think of as “my chair” in the marina lounge and pulled out my laptop. The car invoice, originally tucked away in Penny’s sailing book, fluttered out with it. It was a run-of-the-mill invoice, but something about it niggled away at me. I read the dealership address again—Cowboy Bob’s Automotive Ranch, located at the Lone Star Plaza. That was it! I pulled out the photo and squinted at the sign next to Captain Dan and Penny, which read Lone Star Plaza. Penny had referred to Captain Dan as Bob the night of the barbecue. Was it possible they were one and the same?
I decided to add a third step to my plan of action—learn more about Cowboy Bob’s Automotive Ranch. But first I was going to find out once and for all the answer to the belly button lint question. I
