Adam waited outside Janey’s house on Saturday morning, the rain pounding against his car. He’d called Jess and told him not to skateboard over. Adam was afraid the boy would get washed right off the streets, what with the way the weather had turned during the night.
Janey had texted and said she’d made it up to the lodge okay, and Adam hadn’t gotten in his run on the beach. With the Fall Festival only three weeks away, he was already starting to check the long-range weather forecasts to see if they’d need to move everything indoors.
They had contingency plans for that, of course, but he hoped they wouldn’t have to use them. His officers had a hard time working long hours in the rain, and less people would show up for the festivities if Mother Nature didn’t get her act together before the
