Chapter 8Despite all of Paul’s (admittedly halfhearted) protests, he found himself at the state park parking lot, dazzled by the wide expanse of white sand and turquoise water. The scene was straight out of a postcard, with plenty of sun and calm surf—if you didn’t pay attention to the beachgoers huddled under the pavilion, all dressed in long pants and jackets zipped to their necks. Paul tilted his borrowed cap off his forehead, pleased to find some saner individuals like him wearing shorts and T-shirts down by the water’s edge.
Kevin opened the door and, rather than letting Paul out, held up a black plastic trash bag.
“What’s that for?” Paul asked.
“Give me your feet.”
Paul swung himself around, his legs dangling off the side of the seat. Kevin fit the bag over Paul’s foot and cast t
