Harvey said, his face wreathed in a smile as he brushed Radar’s coat. “That’s where Pauline took us. On November 2. It was a Sunday.” Donna tried to keep her excitement in check as they headed back to the SUV. Brent edged into the driver’s seat before she could manage it. She phoned Candace, who was with Angela in the office. In moments, she had the address. “It’s owned by a D. Fields, it looks like,” Angela said. “Wasn’t there a Fields on Dad’s list?” “Yes. See what you can find out about him.” “Will do. I got a few things about Jeff Kinsey. He used to be a semiprofessional surfer. Won plenty of competitions. Arrested a few times for drug-related offenses and gradually dropped out of the surfing scene.” Donna shared the info with Brent, who punched up his speed. “Thanks, sis. I’ll let you know what we find out at Harbor Tours Deluxe.”
