Chapter 8
Jacksonville, FL
CHRIS FINISHED HIS shift, donned his street clothes, and headed home, wondering how Mickey’s day had gone. He always kept his cell phone in his locker during his shift and hadn’t taken the time to retrieve it during his lunch break. When he pulled Mabel into the garage, he noted that Mickey’s SUV was missing. Surely, they’re not still at the beach, he thought.
He settled down in the swing and called Mickey. “Where are you guys?” Chris said.
“We’re just leaving the beach. See you in thirty minutes or so.”
“Have you been there all day?”
“No. We didn’t get on the road until after lunch.”
“Good. Ted would be sunburnt to a crisp if you’d been there all day. I forgot to remind you to buy sunscreen.”
“Been there, done that,” Mickey said. “We’re both a tad pink,
