Chapter 12
Robbie eased up on the gas pedal and rolled to a stop just outside the curve in the road at the edge of Seadrift. He took a deep breath to take in the smell of the salty air. The bay was not far away now.
“You ready to do this, Hank?”
“I’m not sure. I hope someone remembers me. It’s been a long time.”
“Just how long?”
Hank rolled his eyes trying to come up with a number. “You know, to tell you the truth, I don’t remember.”
“Can you guess? More than ten? More than twenty?”
Hank took his cap off and wiped his brow with his sleeve. “Definitely more than ten. You know the years go by so fast when you’re having fun?”
“Well, how old are you?”
“Hank scratched his forehead. “Sixty . . . two . . . five . . . Hell, I don’t know. A helluva lot older than you, kiddo!”
Robbie was g
