Chapter 9

He felt incredible. Alive. Real.

Jack had steered the bike around at the southernmost point of the barrier island and headed up the bay side. They’d travelled the entire two and a half mile length of the island before turning south again at the bridge.

The bike pulled off the main road and sputtered to a stop beside a large dune. Jack pulled off his helmet and grinned at Rob over his shoulder.

“Here we are,” he said. “One of the best swimming spots.”

Rob removed his own helmet and handed it to Jack as he slid off the bike. As he surveyed the beach entry, he noticed a familiar house about half a mile south. “Is that your house?”

“What?” Jack was wheeling the bike over to an old section of ramshackle fence. He squinted in the direction that Rob had pointed. “Oh, yeah. That’s it.” He hooked his helmet over one handlebar. Rob’s was balanced precariously on the seat.

“We could have walked here,” Rob pointed out.