Chapter 7: Fortune Favors the BraveCOLE WOKE FROM HIS sleep on his back, laid out on the cool sand a few feet from the pile of ashes that now softly smoked upward in the still morning air. The sky was a flat shade of grey and Cole smelled the hint of the last smoldering bits of wood buried under a pile of ashes that was nearly five feet across. His head was swollen, and he knew before even moving an inch that the morning would be slow going. He sat up and scanned his surroundings.
Harley was still asleep, on his stomach with his face c****d to one side. It was as if he’d been knocked unconscious mid-sentence. Cole laughed at the sight of him. Further down the beach, near the water’s edge, Matt was sitting and staring out at the Caribbean morning. It was as dark and nearly as foreboding as
