Dancing Tides (224 page)

“G
old.
J
ohn.
I
g
u
e
ss
I
’
ll
d
r
ive
on do
w
n the
r
o
a
d th
e
n until
I
f
ind me
a
Mot
e
l 6.”

N
i
c
k nodd
e
d, n
e
v
e
r
bot
h
er
ing
to m
e
ntion h
e
’
d be
d
r
iving
f
o
r
a
noth
e
r
t
w
o
h
ou
r
s on the int
er
st
a
te
b
ef
o
r
e
he
f
ou
n
d a
mot
e
l of
a
n
y
kind.

I
nst
e
a
d
N
i
c
k m
e
re
l
y
s
a
id,
“Y
ou do th
a
t.”
A
nd shut
the
fr
ont door
in the
m
a
n
’
s
fa
c
e
.

Af
t
e
r
l
e
a
ving
P
r
omise
C
ov
e
, Rob
b
y
f
ollo
w
e
d the
r
oute
h
e’
d
a
l
rea
d
y
m
a
pp
e
d out.
T
h
a
nks to the
in
f
o
Terr
i
L
y
n
n h
a
d dis
c
ov
ere
d some
wee
ks
b
ac
k ov
e
r
t
h
e
Int
er
n
e
t,
h
e
kn
e
w
Co
r
d
B
e
n
n
e
tt
w
o
r
k
e
d
a
s m
a
n
a
g
e
r
f
or
T
a
gg
er
t
O
r
g
a
nic
F
ar
ms.

L
u
c
k
y
f
or
him,
w
h
e
n R
o
b
b
y
d
r
o
v
e
p
a
st the
f
r
uit st
a
nd, th
er
e
stood Co
r
d B
e
nn
e
tt b
e
hind the
c
ount
e
r
a
rra
n
g
i
n
g
b
a
s
k
e
ts of
v
e
g
e
t
a
b
l
e
s. Robby
it
c
h
e
d to t
a
k
e
him out, on
c
e
a
nd
f
o
r
a
ll.
T
he id
e
a
of
B
e
nn
e
tt
wr
iti
n
g
l
e
tt
er
s to
e
v
e
r
y
ju
d
g
e
,
e
v
e
r
y
p
r
o
s
ec
uto
r
,
e
v
e
r
y
sh
r
i
n
k, involv
e
d in his
ca
s
e
, didn
’
t s
e
t
w
e
ll
w
ith Rob
b
y
.
N
ow
th
a
t
h
e
h
a
d
him in his si
g
hts, Rob
b
y
li
f
t
e
d his
f
oot o
f
f
the
g
a
s, slo
w
e
d his p
r
o
g
re
ss.

J
ust
a
s he
wa
s
a
bout to
r
e
ac
h und
e
r
t
h
e
s
ea
t to
g
ra
b the
.25 h
e’
d hidd
e
n th
e
re
, a
t
r
u
c
k pull
e
d up n
ea
r
the
g
a
te
to
the
far
m. Rob
b
y
wa
t
c
h
e
d
a
s t
w
o m
e
n
g
ot out
a
nd st
ar
t
e
d unlo
a
di
n
g l
ar
ge
c
ont
a
i
n
er
s of
p
r
o
d
u
ce.

W
h
a
t a
bumpki
n
?
Rob
b
y
thou
g
ht
a
s he
f
loo
re
d the
ac
c
e
l
era
t
o
r
a
nd took o
f
f
do
w
n the
c
o
a
st
a
l
r
o
a
d
h
ea
di
n
g
b
ac
k into P
e
li
ca
n Point
e
, m
a
king
su
r
e
to
k
ee
p his sp
e
e
d und
e
r
the
ra
d
a
r
.

A
s soon
a
s Rob
b
y
g
ot to
to
w
n, looking
f
or
a
pl
a
c
e
to sp
e
nd the
ni
g
ht b
e
c
a
me
his top p
r
io
r
i
t
y
.
A
f
t
e
r
m
a
ki
n
g
s
e
v
era
l t
r
ips up
a
nd do
w
n
M
a
in St
ree
t, he
t
r
i
e
d the
side
st
ree
ts. Ci
rc
ling the
re
sid
e
nti
a
l n
e
i
g
hbo
r
h
ood like
a
vultu
re
,
a
ll he
n
ee
d
e
d
w
a
s to lo
ca
te
o
n
e
a
b
a
ndon
e
d hou
s
e
.
B
ut
w
h
e
n
h
e
c
ouldn
’
t
f
i
n
d what he wanted, he
h
e
a
d
e
d to
w
a
r
d
the
o
cea
n.
I
f
he
h
a
d to sl
ee
p in the
c
ar
, he
wa
nt
e
d a
b
ea
uti
f
ul spot
w
h
er
e
h
e
c
ould h
e
a
r
the
s
ound of
the
su
rf
.