Tonia had chosen to escort me back to my hotel, as she had done in the past. We talked openly in the car, attempting to retrace our steps and figure out where we had gone wrong. Tonia believed that if I didn't think about it, the answer would come to me naturally and spontaneously. I, on the other hand, had no such plans. I was not looking forward to going through another nightmare and wanted the situation to be resolved as quickly as possible.
"Is it possible that it's Mr. Stones?" "We kind of just waived him aside earlier," Tonia explained. You know, just because he's a foreigner doesn't mean he can't be the beast.
And we haven't really investigated his background; perhaps he was born and reared in this nation before researching his ancestors; he is quite knowledgeable about our countr
