Generator House
Slogging through the dunes, I come to the back of the keeper’s quarters. From here, I can either drop into the barrens and head for my boat or continue on. I choose the latter. It’s as good a place as any to hide the money. For all I know, there’s nothing here, but if something is there, I’ll have to use all my five senses, and maybe a sixth, to find it.
Stepping over a tall stand of coastal panic grass, I come to the kitchen door at the back of the quarters. I reach for the doorknob and jiggle it, knowing that it will be locked, and it is, only I know where Tiger hides a spare key. I lift the third shingle to the right of the knob, and a rust-coated key drops into my palm. Unlocking the door, I step into the kitchen, where I start a search of the place, first pulling out
