"So much for that" Maxine sighed as Max put an arm around her shoulders.
"We just gotta talk to more people"
"Yes, he and I gooutfor beers every night" a surly Inn concierge, named Michel retorted in a French accent, when Max asked him about the town loner the next day. The barfly glared at the man, who stood behind the front desk.
"Is there a problem?" The couple recognized the woman from the diner. She wore a Navy blue skirt and matching blouse and was one of the Inn's managers.
"They want to know about the Town Loner" Michel informed her. "Perhaps we should have included that information in the brochure." His voice and face dripped with sarcasm. He found their inquiries to be a waste of his time.
" For your novel?" Luke , Kirk, and others had told her of their questioning.
"Yes" Maxine said.
"I'm afraid I can't really help you" she told them politely, though suspicious of their story.
"Thank you" Maxine shrugged.
"Maybe we could question the guy who talks to mailboxes." Max snorted in her ear. "They might know somethin'."
TBC