The Chesapeake Bay Bridge was the technological equivalent of a sea serpent. The weekend car hordes streaming across were like fish getting eaten one by one until they backed up inside the sated bridge’s gut. He’d wanted to fly himself over, but the FBO where he rented a plane was booked solid. So here he was, driving into the beast, getting swallowed.
When he was finally disgorged on the other side, he drove down U.S. 13 into Cape Unity. There was something about the Eastern Shore that helped him de-stress. The tang of salt air, the heron sightings, the much slower pace of life. Besides, Sarg practically commanded him to take the weekend off.
He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d come. Guilt? Loneliness? Anger? The triad of useless emotions. If Drayco were honest with himself, he’d admit wor
