Chapter 8: Kid, Do You Like Fishing?
Leon hated riddlers—especially when the riddler was throwing the puzzle at him.
But Lewis clearly wasn’t going to explain. No matter how much Leon was dying of curiosity, he probably wouldn’t get the truth out of the sly mayor.
Maybe he’d have to find it out himself. It was a bit of a hassle, but Leon thought it could be fun—because if Lewis went to such lengths to cover something up, it had to be interesting.
“Thanks for the explanation. By the way, are you heading back to town? If you are, I’d like to hitch a ride. I need to buy some ingredients and kitchenware.”
Since there were no answers coming, Leon could only push his curiosity aside for now and return to his earlier plans.
“Of course. It’s on the way. In fact, even if you hadn’t asked, I would’ve invited you along to meet Willy. He has a gift for you.” Lewis nodded, then climbed into his pickup.
“Hop in. We’ll go together. I’ll show you around town while we’re at it.”
Leon didn’t refuse. Once he got into the passenger seat, Lewis drove them off the farm.
Having a car made all the difference. A trip that would’ve taken half an hour on foot took just five minutes by car, and they were already in Pelican Town.