MAXWELL’S POV
The town of Seaview, Maine, looked exactly like the postcards Leo had shown me on the jet.
Being undeniably quaint and incredibly quiet, it smelled strongly of salt water mixed heavily with dead fish.
Rolling slowly down Main Street, my sleek black town car caused the heavy tires to crunch loudly over loose gravel that had spilled carelessly onto the asphalt. Looking blankly out the darkly tinted window revealed passing a small bakery with a massive line wrapping out the door, navigating past a busy hardware store featuring an aggressive display of wooden lobster traps directly on the sidewalk, and finally passing a large group of loud tourists taking frantic pictures of a tall lighthouse in the distance.
"We are here, sir," the driver announced.
Pulling the heavy car sm
