“And then on the side, you can ask around about our mysterious, hypothetical disappearance,” Snapshot finished. He stomped a hoof on the cobblestone street. “That’s as good an idea as any. So I’ll leave that you, meanwhile, I’m spending the night in Miameigh. One good shot’ll really crack this case open.” He turned to take off on his own, but stopped short and looked back at Spring. “We don’t have anything else on the agenda for today or tomorrow, do we?”