Chapter 2Drew kept an eye on the clock in his family’s gift shop in Cannery Village. It was nearly two. He wondered if Mark would even show. Part of him figured he wouldn’t. He’d been sort of surprised Mark had agreed in the first place.
The gift shop, owned by his mother and stepfather, was one of those typical shops one found in seaside harbors. It contained T-shirts, sweatshirts, California knickknacks, sea life statues, and pictures…basic souvenir type stuff. It had been in the Village for years, since Drew was just a boy. Just then, the shop only had two old ladies as customers gazing at the hats in the corner that said Newport Beach on them.
“Ma, I’m going to take my lunch break if it’s okay,” Drew called to his mother, who was in the back area.
“Okay, honey, I’ll be right out.”
