The hotel registration clerk reached under the counter. "Message for you, Mr. Prescott." He handed Oliver an envelope.
"Thanks." Oliver took his bag to his room and sat on the bed.
Message for: Oliver Prescott
Received by: Jack
Time: 2:15 p.m.
Oliver—I have heard from my brother, Ken. I will be at The Devil's Churn parking area, tomorrow, Monday, at 10:30 in the morning. Route 101 on the coast, 20 miles north of Florence. Muni
Where the hell was that? He would have to rent a car. How far was it? Oliver's heart raced. He went back to the lobby and borrowed a map from the desk clerk. Florence seemed about two hours away.
"Could I drive to here in two hours?" He pointed out the location.
"No problem."
Oliver went back to the airport and rented a car. He could leave early
from the hotel, stop for breakfast on the way, and have plenty of time.
He was still functioning on Hawaiian time; he stayed up late, watched
TV, and wondered about his father. Unpredictable, Ken said.