Through the darkness and the fog, the ride back from the beachside mansion left Larry feeling like a lost soul from a third-rate gothic novel. It wasn’t yet ten o’clock, but the island had that “three in the morning” feel. He kept the pedal of the cart pressed to the floorboard and slowly trekked back through the maze of narrow roads. Though Larry had every expectation of getting lost before making it back to his cottage, he didn’t.
Through the darkness and After a few minutes, he found the cart garages. They were clustered, grouped in lots of five, each row facing the other. It was an efficient design; land on the resort island was too valuable to waste. Light fixtures made to look like vintage, nautical lanterns were mounted by each door and provided just enough light to navigate.
Larr
