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Monday, August 11th Port Alberni, BC

The first thing David did was check his e-mail. The response was finally there and it confirmed what he already knew to be true. He decided to risk another trip out to the site. Parking a little further down this time, he noticed a Coastal Estates Realty sign laying nearby, made note of the name and number, got back in his car and drove to the real estate office.

The lady in the office blinked at him from across the counter. “Is that really the property you want? There are better views of the mountains and the Alberni Inlet near there. Would you like to see those properties?”

“I want to build a retirement cottage, and that parcel is the one that suits me perfectly.”

“As you wish…” She handed him the printout of the property listing. She couldn’t fathom why this guy would choose this piece that had nothing going for it – except the low price, of course.

David thanked her for the information and said he would be back later. He drove back to the motel, checked and re-checked his analysis and findings, and then called his bank in Nova Scotia to arrange a large transfer of funds.

The bell over the door of the New Moon Café tinkled as David entered. He headed for his table, ordered the fish and chips, and began to review his journal entries. When his lunch arrived, he pushed the open journal out of the way – then got up to go wash his hands.

Wilma had been observing David from the kitchen doorway. As soon as he walked towards the washroom, she took a fresh coffee pot over to the table and refilled his cup slowly, quickly scanning his journal entries. When David reappeared, she turned and smiled at him as she walked past, “Hi, there – glad you came back. Should I save you some pie?” He smiled and declined.

He spent the next hour at the café to give his bank time to make the necessary funds transfer, then paid the bill, stopped at the local bank, and drove to the Realty office to make the purchase.

On the off-chance David would come back, the Realtor had contacted the seller – who immediately agreed to any sale she could negotiate. She was stunned when he handed her a certified check for the full asking price, signed some documents and left. Because he was so focused on the events of the day, David didn’t see the white Chevy that had followed him back out to the site, nor did he see the person watching as he took more samples. What he did see, however, pleased him. Delighted with his latest gathering of rocks and dirt, he drove back to the Maple Leaf Motel to begin packing.