Upon hearing the voice, the man turned around quickly, his weathered face breaking into a bright smile as his eyes landed on the young woman approaching him. "Marlowe, you came just in time." He gestured towards the basket of fish by his feet and added, "I caught a bunch of fish today. Take some home for Granger. He needs to build up his strength."

Marlowe was carrying a bag of groceries she had just bought. She waved her hand dismissively and politely declined her uncle's offer.

"No, thanks. Keep it for my cousin. He's still growing, and he needs a healthy meal more."

"Don't be silly. You don't have to be so formal with me," the man, Brock Lambert, said, laughing heartily. As he spoke, he stuffed two fish into the bag Marlowe held. Then, he handed her the wet phone.

"I found this by the beach, but it won't turn on. You young people are quite knowledgeable about these modern gadgets. So I want you to see if you can get it working. There was someone calling when I found the phone, and the person seemed really eager to reach the owner of the phone."