Chapter 42: Casey, Bothered
Hurricane Bay Road
Bungalow 16
11:07 A.M.
Casey wanted to confront me, ready to blast me with a pent load of anger when I returned to his bungalow. He sat on the rear patio among wild petunias, redring milkweed, and lilies with a cup of coffee, heavy on the cream and sugar, which was just how he liked it. Anger boiled in his face.. He studied the three-tier birdbath and a family of belted kingfish. Usually he locked eyes with me when I walked inside a room. That wasn’t the case following my meeting with Margo Pagino. Rather, he sat up straight, took a sip of his hot coffee, swallowed it down, and kept his view on the birds.
“You’ve upset me, Axle.”
“Should I sit down for this?” I asked, noticing the somber look on his face, which was somewhat dismal and un
