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Leonek rubs his chin, thinking about what to do.

"It might seem weird to go questioning those people, they might get onto us. I think we'd better look around town to see if Dr Kirby rented some diving gear. Could you in the meantime describe that group, Mrs Soames?"

Tobias turned and looked back. "There's Salem, coming past the Ship Inn," he said. He waved to him.

"Right, Leonek, mind if I call you Leo?" Valerie replied. "I was quite curious about them, but didnt want to ask too many questions for fear of them beginning to ask questions of Elliot and I. Our cover story won't stand up to serious questioning. Plus I often find that one can find out much by simply listening and observing"

" As for the group, let me see. There is a older middle-aged gentlemen that rather seemed like the leader of the bunch,well he did the most talking out, at least. He was the one who came in and bought that alcohol. Didnt strike me as the drinking type when i met him. Then there is an Italian man, on the younger side, he was quiet and seemed a bit on edge the whole time. There is a very young girl with that black hair and clothing, what's that style the the young kids like these days? A very sweet girl, however. Then another young woman, something of an intellectual scholarly type. I could not tell what would bring them all together, as they did not appear related, however they appeared to know each other well and have a common concern once we reached town."

Valerie looked over to Salem and waved.

He smiled, almost bashfully, and nodded clumsily as he tried a casual shrug.
Be my guest, Mrs Soames.

He then notices Salem too.

Maybe we should get back to the Inn and see if he found out something.

Leonek starts walking in the direction of the Inn.

In the distance, Salem could make out the second half of the team, and let out a deep breath of relief to see Valerie and Elliot. Salem returned the wave back as he slowly approached them.

"Yes sounds like a plan. Lets see if Salem found out anything." Valerie looks back at the strange markings in the sand. "Does anyone have a camera? These marks will disappear once the tide comes in and I think we should document this scene. It might tie in somehow."

Leonek shrugs and shakes his head.

"I don't, I only brought my gun vith me, but you're right, Mrs Soames. We should at least measure it."

Leonek returns to the place with the imprints and paces the measurements of the impression and then tries to measure the prints using his own foot as a reference.

OOC,Everyone is moving to the thread linked below.

On the Trail