Chapter 8

Now the rocks were long gone, replaced by a clean, sterile, terraced concrete wall. Perhaps the wall made things safer and fought better against shoreline erosion, but Sean missed the character and promise the old Belmont Rocks had.

He made his way across the grass, feeling the effects of the alcohol lessen as he left the city lights at his back and felt the cool breeze gliding across the surface of the water to caress him. This was a good choice.

He climbed up on the wall and looked north and south for a place away from the few other people who had made their way down here to the lakefront on this hot and humid night. As luck would have it, that place was right where he stood. With a sigh he sat down on the cold concrete and stared out at the water, which was gently roiling, the caps of its waves crusted silver with the moon’s reflection.