You pull together the tidbits you remember from Mrs. McGlynn and stick to the ones that are more flattering.
"Your family, the Michaels, they're one of the oldest families in Arbor Isle," you say to test the waters.
"Damn right they are," Barry says proudly, as if he had anything to do with that.
"They had a shipping company, didn't they? A very successful one."
"That they did," he confirms. "Best operating in Maine."
"You're the perfect person to help us then," you tell him. "We've got some questions, and someone with such a rich family history here is the best person to answer them."
"What's this about?" he asks.
"Let us up first," you say.
Barry thinks about it, scratching his head. "Fine. But you're not staying long."
It's a little easier to have a conversation once you're sitting on board the vessel, though Barry won't let you inside the cabin. One glance reveals that there's a sleeping bag in there, as well as some pizza boxes and more bottles and trash.
"All right, what the hell could you possibly want to talk about?" he asks, then takes a swig from a beer he pulled seemingly out of nowhere.