Charles Keene was right. He and Biff checked into the Sans Souci. Crunch went off.
“A little more shopping, Biff, and we’re ready to take off as soon as Derek locates us, or vice versa,” Biff’s uncle said.
Derek caught up with Biff and Uncle Charlie in midafternoon. The Dutch boy was delighted to rejoin his friends.
“This is really fine!” he exclaimed. “So good, Biff, to be back with you and your uncle.”
“That goes double for me, Derek. Any news of your father?”
Derek’s face fell. “No. I’ve heard some rumors about him, but so far, I’ve learned nothing definite as to where he might be. The island grapevine of news seems to break down just as I think I have a real clue.”
“Too bad, Derek,” Charlie said. “But don’t give up hope. We’re all together now. Biff and I want to help you search for your father. It’s important to me to find him, too. After all, I’m working for him.”
“Are you working for me now, too?” Derek asked with a mischievous smile.
“Sure thing, Derek,” Uncle Charlie agreed. “When your father’s not here, you’re the boss.”
“We’ll work well together. How about it, Biff?”