"So uh... Mr. Watson... Gee that must be a very popular last name with you Brits." Gus said to John as the three of them settled into a table at Lou's.
"What do you mean?" John asked, looking slightly amused.
"He just means you're the second British guy we've met with that last name." Molly answered, not wanting to upset the guy who said he was here to help them.
"Right, of course." He laughed as Lou walked up to their table.
"Gus, Molly..." He looked at John, studied him curiously. Molly could tell he was deciding whether or not this was Lester Nygaard, "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, I'm John Watson." He responded, standing and holding his hand out for Lou to shake.
"A Brit, would ya look at that." He smiled and shook his hand, "Wonderful manner's ya got there, son. Coffee?" He held up the pot and set down the three mugs he had in his hand. Pouring them each a certain amount. He walked away and came back with cream and sugar before giving Molly a wink and heading back behind the counter.
"He was a nice man." John commented.
"My dad." Molly said, pouring sugar into her coffee, "Anways, Mr. Watson... You said you were sent here to help?"
"Yes. Mycroft Holmes sent me." John decided to just come out with it. Molly blinked at the name, as did Gus, "He said you'd had a triple homicide in just two days and were having a hard time sussing the perpetrator."
"Well yeah. You see, the guy we think did it, Lester Nygaard, his brother got blamed for it. And the guy we think killed the first guy, well everyone just forgot about that one." Molly sighed and looked down into her drink, her hands cupped he sides of the mug, "It's just so darn frustrating, you know." John smiled sadly and nodded, taking a sip of his coffee.
"And you know, the fact that everyone in this town knows him as a coward... Well that just put the icing on the cake. No one believed us." Gus said, "And the guy, Malvo... Well he was just..." Gus made an explosion sound with his mouth while fanning his hands out from his head.
"Malvo, who's that?" John asked, slightly confused.
"Oh, we thought you mighta been briefed about him, like the last guy." Molly said, "No bother. He uh, well he's the one we suspect of killing Sam Hess. He met with Lester at the hospital, they were heard talking about the victim. And Lester has always been sorta, avoiding, when it came to the subject of him." Molly shrugged, fluttering her eyes over to Gus for a moment who hadn't looked up from his coffee. She looked back to John and smiled sideways a tad.
"Well perhaps if I could talk to either Lester or this Malvo character?" John asked.
"Well we can get Lester, but Malvo... We have no idea where he is." Molly said as Lou came back over to take their food orders.
"Maybe we could go to Lester's house?" Gus suggested as the three of them were leaving Lou's, not wanting to head back to Duluth just yet.
"Don't ya need to be getting back to Greta?" Molly asked.
"Oh, she's at her friends house tonight. Just in case I didn't make it back." Gus said, clearing his throat and smiling. John looked at the gaze they were sharing and laughed a bit to himself before the flashes of he and Sherlock looking at one another caused him to sniff and snap out of his trance.
"If we can, that would be wonderful." John interjected and Molly looked at him.
"I suppose so." She smiled and climbed into the driver's seat. Gus opened the back door for John and got into the passenger's seat as they made their way to Lester's house.