Act 2 - Monday, August 31, 2015

Yeah. I'm sure I've forgotten more than I ever knew about all of this. It's a shame Huck had to wait almost 20 years before ringing our doorbell again.

I've still got a copy of the evidence board that I drew on the wall of my old house in Orlando. If you all want, we can take a look at it. I'm not sure what good it will do us, though.

I'm happy to discuss things, or make our plan for tomorrow. I could just as easily go downstairs to the restaurant and have a beer, though.

I vote for beer and then to bed. With five kids, I go to bed just about when they do these days!

Zuma’s still open downstairs, if you want to stay local. I could go for some nigiri. They’ve got wagyu beef, too, Derek. Or we could find a local dive somewhere. I’m not super familiar with Boston, but I’m sure a cab can get us anywhere.

I don't do much sushi anymore, too much sodium and processed carbohydrates. I just had a hamburger so I am fairly certain my wife will not allow anymore red meat today. But I could go for an Irish pub or something? And I would prefer to walk. I am sure there must be something nice around here. Get out, stretch my legs.

Sure, I'm up for a walk. I can ask at the front desk where we could go. I assume the neighborhood is safe to walk....