Bob got through the weekend, the meeting, (which was as odious as he expected) and flew home.
He did his work, and by Friday afternoon was on a plane, back to the island, entering the Hotel just past 3 p.m.
Bob walked around to see how Kian would get onto that part of the veranda where he played, mapping the path he could walk to avoid detection.
Why he was so focused on Kian was unknown but he wasn’t a psychologist; just a music producer.
Many stars and wannabes were eccentric, (to be polite), for Kian to be in that category was a half shrug.