Wesley stretched out an arm. "Who would hear?" He asked gesturing to the empty beach.

He walked towards where the shoes were supposed to be, keeping Chéri in the corner of his eye. "How about instead of repeating me. You answer? Where you are staying? How long you've been in town? Who are you?" He said getting more aggravated. "It isn't the seashells they could want. They might not want to take anything."