Chapter 10
Rye
The restaurant had gotten into the Full Moon spirit by draping white twinkle lights along the edge of the tin roof. Tiki torches along the beach side made it even more festive. All the illumination created a bubble of light around the restaurant, but it only reached so far. Past the border of flickering tiki torch light, the moon-bright beach lurked in the night.
Music pumped from an iPod docked at the front desk—the ubiquitous techno groove. Didn't anyone ever get tired of trance music here? I longed to blast some Clint Black or maybe some old-school Pat Benatar. Maybe you had to be stoned to truly appreciate the soundtrack here, and I'd never been one for drug use. Survival had been my high.
As Lauren had predicted, the restaurant was unusually empty. We settled in at
