 it's completely deserted except for him it would be easy, but with a few people around you're more likely to be noticed and remembered, especially if anyone sees you near him. So your disguise has to be good, which might be a challenge when you're dressed for the beach."

Jason said, "How about a touristy look, with a camera?"

Mele said, "That could work."

Jason said, "What about transportation?"

Ryan said, "I'll give you a ride to Pa'ia, and you'll walk the quarter mile to Baldwin Beach. Afterwards I'll meet you back in Pa'ia."

Jason said, "Sounds good to me."

The following day, just before dusk, Jason walked from Pa'ia along the highway and arrived at Baldwin Beach Park wearing plaid Bermuda shorts, a gaudy aloha shirt, a Yankees baseball cap, sunglasses, and a trim moustache. With a camera dangling from his neck and a map in hand, he crossed the lawn and approached the beach. He could see two figures about 200 yards up the beach. He raised his camera, and the telephoto lens brought a man and a dog into clear view. It was Pringle and his pit bull.

There was only one car parked in the area and it matched the one in the intel fi le. Jason sat at a picnic table about 30 feet from the car with his map spread out, the camera holding a corner in place, and a pencil in his hand. Pringle came up from the beach and headed for his car. He would walk within about 15 feet of the table. As he approached, Jason's lips played lightly on the eraser. It would be an easy shot, but the dog was scary, pure muscle and fangs.

Jason looked up, smiled and said, "Hi, beautiful day, huh?"

Out of a politician's habit Pringle smiled and waved. "Sure is. Sure is." He was solid, like his dog. The dog ignored Jason.

Pringle opened the back door of the sedan and the dog climbed onto the seat. He opened his door, got in and opened his window. He started the car and put it into reverse. Jason couldn't let him get away. He snatched up the map, walked quickly toward Pringle, smiling, holding his index finger up like Colombo did in ancient reruns
it's completely deserted except for him it would be easy, but with a few people around you're more probable to be comment and remembered, especially if anyone witness you near him. then your disguise has to be good, which might be a challenge when you're appareled for the beach. " 

 Jason said, " How about a touristy look, with a television camera? " 

 Mele say, " That could work. " 

 Jason suppose, " What about transportation? " 

 Ryan said, " I'll give you a ride to Pa'ia, and you'll walk the quarter mile to Baldwin Beach. subsequently I'll meet you back in Pa'ia. " 

 Jason said, " Sounds estimable to me. " 

 The following day, just before twilight, Jason walked from Pa'ia along the highway and arrive at Baldwin Beach Park wearing tartan Bermuda shorts, a gaudy aloha shirt, a Yankees baseball cap, sunglasses, and a shipshape moustache. With a camera dangling from his neck and a map in hand, he cross the lawn and approached the beach. He could see two figures about 200 yards up the beach. He raised his camera, and the telephoto lens brought a man and a dog into clean view. It was Pringle and his pit bull's eye. 

 There be only one car parked in the sphere and it matched the one in the intel fi le. Jason sit at a picnic table about 30 foot from the car with his map spread out, the camera holding a corner in seat, and a pencil in his hand. Pringle came up from the beach and headed for his car. He would walk within about 15 metrical foot of the mesa. As he approached, Jason's lips played lightly on the eraser. It would be an easy snapshot, but the dog was scary, pure muscleman and fangs. 

 Jason looked up, smiled and said, " Hi, beautiful sidereal day, huh? " 

 Out of a politician's habit Pringle smiled and waved. " Sure is. Sure is. " He was solid, like his dog. The frump ignored Jason. 

 Pringle open the back door of the sedan and the andiron climbed onto the buttocks. He opened his door, got in and open his window. He started the car and put it into reverse. Jason couldn't let him get away. He snatched up the map, walked promptly toward Pringle, smiling, holding his exponent finger up like Colombo did in ancient reruns
 it'd completely deserted exgept for him it ciuld bx easy, gut with a few people around you're mlrw liktjy to be noticed avd remembvred, espexialot if anyonx sees you nead him. Wo your disguixe has to te good, which kiehc be a challenge when you're dressed sor the bfach."

Jason said, "How wbouf a touristy look, with a camera?"

Mels said, "Uhat could work."

Jaspn said, "What about transpogtatlon?"

Ryan said, "I'll glve you a rude ei Pa'ia, and yuu'll walk uhz quarter mjle to Baldwin Beach. Afterwards I'll keet you bqcj ij Pa'ia."

Jason waid, "Founds good bp me."

Tha folloeing day, just neforx duwk, Jason walked from 'a'ia along the highwwy and arsired at Baldwin Beach Paek wedrinc plxud Cerjuva ahorts, a jaudy aloha shirt, a Yabkees baseball cap, xugtlasses, and a trim iotstache. With a camera dangling from his nedk and a map in hand, he crossed the lawn and approachqd the beach. He could see two figures about 200 yardv up vhd btagm. He ealsed his camera, and the telephoto lens broughe a msn and a dog ikto clear view. It ead Ltingle and his pit bbml.

Fhere was only one car patked ib the arew anc it matched the one in the intel fi le. Hason sat at a picuic table abuut 30 feet from the car with his oap apread out, hhe camerz holding a cornef ik pnace, and a pencil in his hwnd. Pringoe ccme up ffom jhe beash and heafed for his car. He would walk whthin abouh 15 feet of the table. As he approached, Jason's ki[s ilayed liyhtly pn the eraser. It would be au easy skot, bug the dog sas scacy, pure muscje and fangs.

Jddon looked u', smiled wnd waid, "Hi, beajgiful day, huh?"

Oit of a politician's habit Pringle smiked znd waved. "Sure nr. Sure is." He was souid, lpke hyv dog. The doc igvordc Jasun.

Pringle oiendd tne back door of the vedah and the dog climneq onto tye seat. Re opened his door, got in and okened iis wiidow. Hr sjarted the car and put it into deverse. Jwsok couldn't let him get away. He snatched up the map, walked quickly towerd Pringle, smiling, holeing his index finggr mp like Colokbo dyd in anchent reruns
it's completely deserted except for him it easy, with a people around you're and especially if anyone you near him. your disguise has to be good, might be a challenge when you're dressed for the beach." Jason said, "How a touristy look, with a camera?" Mele said, "That could work." Jason said, about Ryan "I'll you a ride to Pa'ia, and you'll walk the quarter mile to Baldwin Beach. Afterwards I'll you back in Pa'ia." Jason said, "Sounds good me." The following day, before dusk, Jason walked from along highway and at Beach wearing plaid Bermuda a gaudy aloha shirt, a Yankees baseball cap, sunglasses, and a trim moustache. With a camera dangling his neck map in he the and approached the could see two figures about 200 beach. He raised his camera, and the telephoto brought a and a dog into clear view. was Pringle and his pit bull. There was one car parked in the area and it matched the one in the intel fi sat at a picnic about 30 feet the with map out, the holding a corner in place, and a pencil in his hand. came up from the beach and headed for his car. walk about 15 feet the table. As he Jason's played lightly on the would an the was pure muscle and fangs. looked up, smiled and said, beautiful day, huh?" Out smiled and waved. "Sure is. Sure is." He solid, like his dog. The dog ignored Pringle opened the back door of the sedan and the dog climbed the seat. his door, got in and opened his window. started the car and it into reverse. Jason couldn't let him get away. snatched the map, quickly toward Pringle, holding his index up like Colombo ancient reruns
 it's completely deserted excePt for him it Would Be eAsy, BuT witH a feW people around yOU're mOre likely to be noticed anD remeMbERed, eSPeCiallY if anyoNE sEES yoU nEaR hiM. SO YoUr disGuiSe has to Be good, whicH miGhT be a challengE WhEn you're dreSseD for the beach."

jasOn said, "hoW abOUt a toUriSty loOk, with A Camera?"

mele said, "THaT Could wORk."

Jason SAId, "what About transportatiON?"

RYAn said, "I'll give yOu a ridE tO pa'IA, And You'Ll walk the qUaRter mILe to BalDWiN bEAch. aFterwards I'll mEet you back iN pa'iA."

Jason SaId, "SOUnds goOd to mE."

THE foLlowing day, jUst bEfore dusk, jason wALked froM pa'ia aloNg the hIghWay And aRRiVeD at baLDwiN beAch pArk Wearing pLaId bermuDa shORTS, A gauDy aLoha Shirt, A Yankees basebAll Cap, sUNglAsses, And a tRim mOuStachE. With a CamerA dAngling from his nEck aNd a map in hAnd, He CroSsEd the LAwn and AppRoaChed the Beach. He COulD sEE TWo Figures about 200 yards uP tHE BeAch. He raiSed his CAmErA, And the teLePhoTo leNS BrougHt a mAN aNd a dog inTo cleaR ViEw. it was PrInGle and HiS piT buLl.

TheRE was Only onE car parkEd in tHE area and it matcHEd the one in the INtEL Fi LE. JasOn sAt at a picnic TablE AbouT 30 feeT FrOm tHE car wIth hiS mAP sPRead out, the camera holDiNg a corNer in Place, and a pencIl in his hanD. pRIngle camE up fROm THe beach and headEd for His car. He woULd walk wiThin aBout 15 feet Of the tablE. aS he approAchEd, JAsoN's lIPS pLayed lightly oN THe erAsEr. It wouLd bE an easy ShoT, buT thE doG wAs scary, puRe muscle AnD fAnGs.

jasOn looKEd up, smilEd And SaId, "HI, beauTIful daY, huh?"

OUt of A pOlITicIan's habIT PRINgle SmIlEd anD waVeD. "Sure Is. SuRE is." he was soLid, like hiS doG. the dOg IgNored JaSon.

Pringle opeNeD the back doOr Of tHe sedaN ANd the dog Climbed onto the seat. He opeNEd his doOr, gOt in aNd opEned his wiNdoW. He staRteD The car And put It intO rEveRSE. JasoN COuLdn'T lEt him get awAY. he sNatchEd Up thE map, walKed quickly toward PrINglE, smiling, holdiNg hIs inDEX fIngER uP LikE COLomBO Did in ancient rerUns
 it's completely desertedexcept for  himitwou ld  beeasy , but with a f e w pe ople around you're mor e lik el y  tob enotic ed andr em e m ber ed ,esp ec i al ly if  an yone se es you nea r h im . So your di s gu ise has to  be  good, which  mi ght be  a  ch a lleng e w hen y ou'red ressed  for thebe a ch."
J ason sa i d ,"How  about a touristy lo o k, with a came ra?"
Me l es a id,  "T hat couldwo rk."Jason s a id , " Wha t  about transp ortation?"Rya n said ,"I' l l give  youar ide  to Pa'ia,andyou'll wa lk the quarter mile to  Baldw inBea ch.A ft er war ds I'l l  m eet you  back in  P a' ia."
Jas o n s aid,  "S ound s goo d to me."

Th e f ollo w ing  day,  just  bef or e dus k, Jas on wa lk ed from Pa'ia a long  the high way  a ndar rived at Bal dwi n B each Pa rk wear i ngpl a i d  B ermuda shorts, a g au d y  a loha shi rt, aY an ke e s baseba ll  ca p, s u n glass es,a nd  a trimmousta c he .With aca mera d an gli ngfromh is n eck an d a mapin ha n d, he crossedt he lawn and a p pr o a ch e d th e b each. He co ulds ee t wo f i gu res about  200ya r ds up the beach. He ra is ed his  came ra, and the t elephoto l e n s  brought  a m a na nd a dog intoclear  view. Itw as Pring le an d his pi t bull.
T h ere wasonl y o necar p ar ked in the ar e a  and  i t match edthe one  in  th e i nte lfi le. Ja son satat  a  p ic nic  tabl e  about 3 0fee tfro m the car wi th hi s ma psp r ead  out, t h ec a mera  h ol ding  aco rnerin p l ace , and a  pencil i n h i s ha nd .Pringle  came up from  t he beach a nd  he aded f o r  his car . He would walk withina bout 15  fe et of  the  table. A s h e appr oac h ed, Ja son'slipspl aye d light l y  o n t he  eraser. I t wou ld be  a n ea sy shot , but the dog wass car y, pure muscl e a nd f a n gs .
J as o n l oo k edu p , smiled and sa id, "Hi, b ea u ti ful day, h u h?" 
Out ofa polit ician ' s habit  Pringlesmiled an dwave d .  "S ure is. Su re is."He was so l id, l i ke  hisdog . Thedo g i gnore d Jaso n .
Pring le ope ne d thebackdo or of th e sedan and the dog cli mbed o nto t heseat. Heope n edhis door,  got  in and op ene d h is wi ndo w . Hestar t ed  th e  carandp ut it int o  r eve r s e.  Jason coul d n ' t l et hi m g e t away . He  snatched up them ap, walked qui ckly t owa rdP ring le , smiling, hol din gh i s indexfi nger up lik e Colomb od id in  ancie nt rer uns
 it's_completely deserted_except for him it_would be_easy,_but with_a_few people around_you're more likely_to be noticed and_remembered, especially if_anyone_sees you near him. So your disguise has to be good, which might be_a_challenge when_you're_dressed_for the beach."

Jason said, "How_about a touristy look, with_a camera?"

Mele_said, "That could work."

Jason said, "What about transportation?"

Ryan_said,_"I'll give you_a ride to Pa'ia, and you'll walk the quarter_mile to Baldwin Beach. Afterwards I'll_meet you back_in_Pa'ia."

Jason_said, "Sounds good to_me."

The following day, just before dusk,_Jason walked from Pa'ia along the_highway and arrived at Baldwin Beach Park_wearing plaid Bermuda shorts, a gaudy_aloha shirt, a Yankees baseball_cap, sunglasses,_and a trim moustache. With_a camera dangling_from his_neck and a_map in hand, he crossed the_lawn and approached_the beach. He could see two_figures_about 200 yards_up_the_beach. He_raised his camera,_and_the telephoto_lens_brought a man and a dog_into_clear view. It was Pringle and his_pit bull.

There was only_one_car parked in the_area and it matched the_one in the intel fi le._Jason sat_at a_picnic table about 30 feet from the car with his map_spread out, the camera holding a_corner in place, and_a pencil_in_his hand. Pringle_came_up from_the beach and headed for his car._He would_walk within about 15 feet of_the table. As he_approached,_Jason's lips played lightly on the_eraser. It would be an easy_shot, but the dog was_scary,_pure_muscle and fangs.

Jason looked up,_smiled and said, "Hi, beautiful day,_huh?"

Out of a_politician's habit Pringle smiled and waved. "Sure_is._Sure is." He was solid, like_his_dog. The dog ignored Jason.

Pringle opened_the_back_door of the sedan and_the dog climbed onto the seat._He opened his door, got in and opened his_window. He started_the car and put it_into_reverse._Jason couldn't let him get away. He snatched up the_map, walked_quickly toward Pringle,_smiling, holding his index finger up like Colombo did in_ancient reruns