After peeling out of the parking lot, Peter headed to the road encircling the caldera. “I already made my last official boat tour of the day, which includes picking up those I left on the island earlier. The summer volunteers will be waiting. I’d hoped to have you meet me there but didn’t have a chance to get you the message. So, here I am.” He glanced my way, his grin returning. “I’m sorry for inconveniencing you.” As he drove, Peter talked about the volunteers, mostly college students who worked for the National Park Service during the summer. This hadn’t been a mistake, after all. Hanging around a crowd like that in a relaxed environment was sure to provide clues about the murder, even if it were only hearsay. If nothing else, I could attempt to find out more from Peter. He’d hooked me with bait, tailor-made for me. “You mentioned you had answers.” With a quick glance and grin, he replied, “In time.” He remained focused on maneuvering the curving road, which was fine with me, considering the close edge that literally dropped into the lake.
