The Midnight Road
“No reason to play it safe or go in smart or quiet. He didn’t know how to do it anyway. Flynn started off toward the snack shacks, pressing down the rising memories of summers when Danny would take him out here to bodysurf the waves and dig holes down to where the sand crabs crawled. The very early days when Flynn was maybe three or four, riding his father’s shoulders, his mother dressed in a white one-piece suit and a rubber bathing cap. The old man chugging beer even though it was illegal, always getting into a shouting match with the lifeguards and security.
The footprints grew more visible in the thin snow covering the cement, protected from the driving wind by the angle of the showers’ brick walls.
Despite it all, Flynn felt safe. Stupid but safe. The killer had never come at him head-on. He’d always put the tap on someone else. Always hung up the phone, always run at the first sign of possible confrontation. Never wanting to stand toe-to-toe, always rabbiting as quickly as he could.
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