FRIDAY (AM)
The next morning Peter and Lauren went out to try to follow up on their one flimsy lead in the case. The ticket office didn't really seem interested and just said the game operators were probably down south somewhere, and they couldn't sell tickets for events at some other location and didn't bother keep track of such things.
Peter and Lauren felt completely defeated, but they did at least stop by the PI office like they had planned. The receptionist said that normally they would need to make an appointment for next week, but today was their lucky day. Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting in a small office with a youthful Hispanic male sitting across the desk in a clean beige suit reading their flyer.
"Pleasure Island Fun Fair: A chance to be yourself!" he read out loud. He looked up at them and said, "You're not the first people who are trying to find this."
"Really? You know where it is?"
"I'm pretty sure I can track it down. Having a couple of extra customers on board would certainly expedite the process."
They couldn't see that the well-dressed man they were speaking with had long droopy ears and a flat dog tongue. They couldn't hear how hard it was for him to speak with them; he sounded like the smooth-talking professional he'd been on Wednesday morning. They didn't know he'd been at the traveling fair too and was scrambling to find it himself.