Chapter 96. Detours in a Wide Strike Zone

He would talk about his frustration while he and his beloved girlfriend sat in a secluded booth at the resort’s famous restaurant, in the midst of miniature tropical palm trees, rattan woven furniture, and small hanging chandeliers that peppered the wood-lined ceiling. 

“Oh baby, don’t worry too much about that. Maybe you'll find more info in the other places that we're going to visit,” said the girl in the pink mini-sun dress.

“Yeah, but I don’t think my client will be happy to hear that kind of report today,” said the guy in the khaki shorts and sleeveless beach shirt.

“But we’re supposed to leave tomorrow, right? I’m sure he will understand. Just tell him that you’ll go to the next place bright and early and will give him an update as soon as you arrive there,” assured Raquel with a smile as she sipped her piňacolada.

Myron smiled back and drank from his Cuba libre. “Alright, baby doll, thanks. I just don’t know what I'd do without you. Can you please