They grinned and Eli continued. “The three of us are important in each other’s lives. I truly believe that. I’ve always believed it, especially after that Christmas.”

“The one orchestrated by your grandfather,” J.P. reminded him—as if any of them could have forgotten. “And you know I feel exactly the same. But we do have some time before this has to be resolved.”

The conversation wandered in different directions. How well Russ was doing with the motel renos and J.P.’s pride in the venture. How much Eric had progressed; Eli gave credit to a long list of people—including Carly and Lindsey and the pet support group. Sara. And Eric himself.

“Hey, he knows you’ll kick his ass from here to beyond if he screws up again.”

“True. But I honestly think he wants to be the person he should be. By the way, I saw Sara and Hayley last night, and I could tell they’re a lot happier these days because Eric’s doing so well.”

J.P. nodded. “Let’s just hope he stays with it.” He paused. “Any news on that missing donkey? The one with the storybook name?”

“Eeyore.” Eli shrugged deeply. “Not yet, but Eric told me just a few days ago that he hasn’t given up hope. He can’t forgive himself for that—or the dead sheep.”

“He’s right. Pretty bad.,” Cord said.

“He’s making up for it the best he can.”

“So, what happens now?” J.P. asked.

Shaking his head, Eli murmured, “Don’t know. It’s like an unsolved crime. Maybe Eeyore was killed, worst-case scenario. Or rescued, best case. We put out the word a month ago, but got no response.”

J.P. sighed. “Too bad. Should we try doing another patrol?”

“I don’t think so, and this isn’t the best time of year for it, either.” He hailed Brynne who, without asking, brought them each a local dark ale, plus “a Trooper treat” that she slid under the table.

“Thanks,” they said and Trooper lashed his tail excitedly.

“On the house. I heard you talking about that poor animal and—”

“Not necessary to give us a free beer. But we’ll take it. Any suggestions?”

She pointed at Trooper. “What about involving this little man?”

“We’ve asked the owner if she has a dog who might recognize his scent. She doesn’t.”

“Maybe Shallie or Susan could do a blog about it,” Brynne said.”

Eli nodded slowly. “Good idea.” But he had a better one. He’d ask Carly. Her YouTube channel could be a real opportunity in a situation like this.

Okay, that meant there were two questions he wanted to settle as soon as possible—the damn best man (or men) thing and the whereabouts of Eeyore. And, of course, the DNA result, but that he could do nothing about.