Chapter Fifty-Three
10:02 AM
Temperature: 82 degrees
Winds: 31 MPH
Pressure: 29.646 bars
Rain: 0 inches
When Isaac returned to the office, a note of worry had settled in his eyes. The man who was known for being steady and reserved had an urgency in his mannerisms that unsettled Alfred and vindicated Joseph. His voice, however, never wavered.
“The bay side has the ships pitching, and they say the beach has nearly two feet of water covering it up onto the road.”
“We’re aware,” Joseph replied mildly. “The telephone has been ringing since you left. The Midway is flooded, and the beach trestle is impassable because of the waves.”
Isaac turned with a tight brow. “The trestle?”
Alfred watched Isaac’s face as it began to unravel. His eyes searched the window over his desk for answers. W
