Dead Low Tide (2012)
“But I lucked out, saw up ahead a spot only two doors down from the Whaley manse.
Already I could feel my neck going hot, my palms on the wheel the smallest bit sweaty.
Prendergast was in there.
A parking spot two doors down in this neighborhood meant we were still a good fifty yards away. This was Hamlet Square, a high-end development out on Rifle Range Road here in Mount Pleasant, the Beverly Hills of South Carolina. Home of big black SUVs with MY KID IS SMARTER THAN YOURS bumper stickers, pla...stic surgeons by the score, and a kind of residential sprawl that’d let this suburb across the Cooper River from Charleston bleed north for the last twenty years until it seemed almost to touch Virginia.
The streets here were all half-acre lots plotted out with raised houses. Clapboard siding and Charleston Black shutters, front porches with rocking chairs or joggling boards, three-car garages underneath each house: all predictable. And somehow allowed in this the wild hair of Thomas Warchester Whaley the Fourth’s orange stucco place, dropped smack in the middle of it all.MoreLess
Already I could feel my neck going hot, my palms on the wheel the smallest bit sweaty.
Prendergast was in there.
A parking spot two doors down in this neighborhood meant we were still a good fifty yards away. This was Hamlet Square, a high-end development out on Rifle Range Road here in Mount Pleasant, the Beverly Hills of South Carolina. Home of big black SUVs with MY KID IS SMARTER THAN YOURS bumper stickers, pla...stic surgeons by the score, and a kind of residential sprawl that’d let this suburb across the Cooper River from Charleston bleed north for the last twenty years until it seemed almost to touch Virginia.
The streets here were all half-acre lots plotted out with raised houses. Clapboard siding and Charleston Black shutters, front porches with rocking chairs or joggling boards, three-car garages underneath each house: all predictable. And somehow allowed in this the wild hair of Thomas Warchester Whaley the Fourth’s orange stucco place, dropped smack in the middle of it all.MoreLess
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