The next evening, Bob was ready to way lay this ‘Kian’. He’d come down to the bar at 9:30 and would wait.
He asked a couple of questions and learned Kian only played at the Hotel on Friday from about 10 pm to 10:40.
Bob didn’t panic. He swallowed his drink, decided to change his schedule.
He’d change his schedule. He’d move his ticket to Monday night, return to his city.
He’d fly back Friday afternoon and virtually park on the beach behind the veranda.
Unless Kian could dematerialise Bob Cruger would find him.