“Thanks,” Marc said, and walked into the dining room and picked up a plate.

This was a much more enticing menu than the honey bun and coffee he’d had yesterday. When he had what he wanted to eat, he carried his plate to an empty table and was sitting down as Rachel came in from the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mr. Adamos. Is there anything I can get you?” she asked.

Marc smiled. “No, ma’am. This looks and smells amazing.”

Rachel beamed. “Enjoy,” she said, and went back into the kitchen.

Marc was already planning the morning as he ate. First stop was the local police to find out how to contact Johnny Pine and Lovey Cooper. Marc was also thinking about the man at the fire station, and if he had given Sully his number. He didn’t want to consider it, but there was always the chance that his son wouldn’t be interested in meeting him. He let the thought go. No need worrying about something that might never happen, so he settled down to enjoy the food.

The best-laid plans are often sidetracked, and such was Marc’s morning. He had just finished breakfast when he got a call from his boss at Nat Geo. To answer the questions his boss wanted, Marc had to go back to his room and boot up his laptop, send the information in an email attachment, and then wait to make sure that was all the boss needed. By the time that message came, it was half past 10:00 a.m.

Marc left the B and B and drove back to Main Street, then all the way down to the PD where he parked and got out. After last night’s downpour, the air smelled fresh and clean.

There was a man at the front desk with a panel of radio equipment behind him. Whatever else his job entailed, it appeared he was also the dispatcher. Marc walked up to the desk.

“My name is Marc Adamos. By any chance is your police chief here?”

Avery curiously eyed the tall, gray-haired stranger.

“He’s on his way back now, if you care to wait.”

“Yes, I’ll wait, but maybe in the meantime you could answer a couple of questions,” Marc said.

He pulled out his ID as well as one of his business cards and a copy of the photo that had brought him here. “I work for National Geographic as a photojournalist and a documentarian. This picture came off the AP wire service, along with a brief description of the story behind it. I know the young man’s name is Johnny Pine. I was hoping to interview him and the woman he helped save and include the film in a documentary I’m working on.”

Avery’s eyes widened. “Yes, sir! Johnny pulled off quite a rescue there and saved Lovey Cooper’s life. She runs Granny’s Country Kitchen up at the other end of Main. She was hurt real bad, but she’s back at work now.”

“I would like to contact the both of them for an interview, but I understand about protecting people’s privacy. Maybe you could contact Johnny Pine and tell him why I’m here, and see if he’d be interested in doing an interview.”