Lyra lay the post-its and a pen (a highlighter, pink, very low on ink) on the sheets between them, and sat back against her windowsill, expecting to hit results on her very first try.
"There's a Golden Hawks Archery Club? No wait, that's in Ohio. Okay there's a brand Goldenhawk that sells... turmeric curcumin for joint inflammation? Well, if you want to buy that in Dubai, I can tell you where. I don't think that's him. And a racehorse called Golden Hawk... but, ah Scheisse, I'm doing this wrong," she huffed, deleting her search. "Lemme just try Facebook, he's old, he's probably on Facebook, right?"