Chapter 83

The Outer Banks acted like a pinball bumper for the northern half of the East Coast, often knocking hurricanes and tropical storms out to sea and limiting most of the damage to the shorelines. The eastern seaboard usually only had to eat the full force of a hurricane once every half dozen years or so. But it was looking like this was going to be one of those times. Franklin’s outer edge wasn’t slowing at all as it made landfall two hundred miles south of Sandbridge.

Which had Scooter a little paranoid. He wasn’t scaredexactly, but he’d told Andy about living through Isabelle as a child and Irene as an adult, and those hurricanes had done so very much damage. He was glued to the weather reports, checking his phone at least once an hour, tracking the storm.