Chapter 7
Jacksonville, FL
WE FINISHED OUR coffee and bagels and went to the Y, where we slipped on Speedos and headed for the pool. Mercifully, the water was much cooler than it had been on Saturday. We did a mile of laps, which took us about forty-five minutes. Then we returned to our lockers, grabbing a couple of plastic bags along the way. The Y had a roll of them on a dispenser right outside of the shower room, sort of like the kind you find in the vegetable section of a supermarket. Come to think of it, that’s probably where they got the idea. We put the wet Speedos in bags and stashed them in our lockers.
I looked at Mike and said, “Let the games begin.”
“Wait a minute.”
“What for?”
“What say we ratchet things up a bit if your little friend is there.”
“How?”
“A few overt dis
