Chapter 24

• We drove along the small, lamp-lined streets of Harwich Port, and made a right turn off Route 28. We were about five miles from the restaurant when we pulled into a large parking lot. I caught a glimpse of the name of the beach, Red River Beach. The bright moon reflected off the rolling waves in front of us, and I grinned.
• “This is beautiful, sir.” I looked at his profile.
• “I thought a quiet place would ease your mind, and allow you to speak freely.” He turned and looked at me.