He wondered if the road would lead anywhere useful. Robin had to have come from somewhere. Struggling pitifully down the road and past the occasional spider web, he finally could make out a seashore in the distance.
As he walked on, he stumbled on a sea shell. Almost hurt his knuckle. He was beginning to get thirsty. Maybe leaving Robin wasn't such a great idea. Would he have to go proceeding back to him, begging for a Scotch and soda?
Suddenly, a woman wearing a turquoise mask appeared on the other side of a dead fish. No, it couldn't be! You bet, it was Kate!
"Scurvy dog, what's going on?" he questioned glumly.
"Is that you? Are you alright?" she asked glibly.
"Of course it's me, but Great Caesar's ghost, what have you gotten me into?" he yowled perkily.
"Jess brought me here. How did you find me?" Kate replied.
"You assume I wanted to find you. I don't care, and I want off the case," he replied cunningly. "You can have your money back, if you just send me home."
"I can't send you home. Jess wouldn't hear of it. He'd consider me if he even knew that I talked to you."
"Where is that old dope? How can I get outta here?"
"He's in his Hum-Vee, headed up to the lodge. He'll probably be here in twelve minutes."
"Well, I want to be out of here in twenty minutes. How about you? You obviously didn't go to Cameroon like I recommended. Are you with him or with me?"
"Ooh, I don't know what's going on. Maybe we'd just better do what they say and get it out of the way."
She was so bellicose, he didn't know whether to trust her, or to bolt away as fast as he could. "You've been about as open with me as a backing up fawn," he screamed fiercely. "Just what have you and Jess got going on?"
"Listen, cookie, maybe I didn't tell you everything, but I told you what I could. Jess calls all the shots around here. I guess he thinks you can help with some Greenwood business. As for me, I already told you, I want nothing to do with it."
"You think I want to be involved? Why don't you just take your dark little heel back to Jess, and I'll take care of myself."
He turned and began striding on down the trail.
"Wait," she whimpered caustically. "I'm coming with you."
"You're harder to shake than a ticket in a satchel," he yammered. "You're obviously still operating on their orders. Alright, let's get on with it," he said craftily.
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