Maybe Ned’s death had nothing to do with either Gary or Daniel. What was it that Charlie had said?He’s perpetually in over his head.She stood outside the Internet café and thought about what she should do.Maybe nothing. Leave it alone and just try to get through the next few days, until she saw Daniel again.If she saw Daniel again. They hadn’t exactly made plans.What was she supposed to do? Yoga? Go to the beach? Ignore it all and hope that nothing bad would happen?I can’t keep just letting things happen to me, she thought, I can’t. I have to do something.Do what?Charlie had been friendly. He seemed to know a lot of people here. He knew something about Ned, and about Daniel. Maybe she could talk to him, see what he’d tell her.Most of the time you run into trouble here, you have to go looking for it.He’s not dangerous, she told herself. He’s just a harmless old guy you met at a bar.An aging drunk with a tactless streak.The only local person whose phone number she had apart from Daniel and Gary was Vicky.It was nearly 11:00 A.M.
