Jace:
Nothing sobered you up like a Florida morning. Not coffee. Not aspirin. Not greasy breakfast sandwiches. Just humid air thick enough to wear and a sunrise spilling gold across the river. I rolled the Camaro's windows down before I even backed out of the driveway. The morning wrapped around me instantly. Warm. Sticky. Salt lingering in the breeze from the bay. The river reflected ribbons of pink and orange as fishermen launched their boats from the public ramp a few hundred yards away. White egrets stalked the marsh grass, completely unbothered by the world waking up around them.
My head, on the other hand… Felt like someone had parked another Camaro inside it. Too many beers. Too many old files. Too many memories. I'd fallen asleep at the kitchen table sometime after midnight with
