Chapter 55It was 5:20 a.m.
Grace had made it to San Roque, only to find everything closed. Not being a municipality, it didn't have its own police department. The County Sheriff covered the area, and their nearest office was over the hill in the larger city of Santa DeRosa. Her cell phone and change was in her purse back in her locker at the power plant, so she couldn't even make a telephone call.
Feeling desperate, Grace had gone screaming at the doors of a couple apartments, but no one would answer. Wasting another ten minutes running through the bait shops on Front Street, she hoped to find an early fisherman, but there were none. She had already decided to make the additional twenty minute drive to the Sheriffs Office in Santa DeRosa when her vehicle radio began to speak.
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