Chapter 72: 'Locate: Part 2'

"Technically, the hoodie you were wearing right now, Mr." Tristan smiled.

The man looked at the hoodie he was wearing. "Oh. Alright. Come in."

He opened the gate and let them in. As they entered, a grey husky was wagging its tail towards them; circling around their feet.

The man chuckled. "He was just too friendly."

"Yes. I think so." Amber smiled, caressing the dog's furry head. "What's his name?"

"Waggy." The man replied while picking some cups and the pitcher with strawberry flavored juice. "This is all I got."

"It's alright," Tristan responded, sitting on a wooden chair. "Shall we start?"

"Yeah. Sure."

Tristan quietly roamed his eyes around the house while Amber started to question the man—acting like she was conducting a product review.

Shawn Mendoza was a surfer. He had a huge display of a surfboard at the corner. Also, the pictures hung on his wall were all taken on the beach.