SEVENTEEN
May 28 2:29 p.m.Amanda drove south on Highway 101, considering the best way to explain what had just taken place to her friends. She had turned the radio to a news station as soon as they left the Cayucos Chamber of Commerce building over an hour ago, but so far, there hadn’t been any reference to the events in Cayucos.
“What the hell happened?” Barbara inquired for the third time. “Come on, you have to let us in on this. You can’t just set up a bust like that and not explain what’s going on. I have at least a hundred questions.”
“Let’s stop for lunch and I’ll explain.” She pulled off the freeway in Buellton and spotted a Firestone Walker Brewery. She pulled into the parking lot, noting that the outdoor seating would allow some private conversation. A good beer and a burger so
