Chapter 57Awkwardly scrambling back into his seat, Dave gaped through the windshield. Immediately, he recognized the place through which the Camaro was now racing.
Billy had taken the turn-off for the beach, flung the car into the parking lot there. The partners were hurtling over the paved flat toward the beach area, speeding between rows of slanted yellow stripes demarcating parking spaces.
For an instant, Dave couldn't understand why Billy had made the turn, what had inspired him to go back to the lot. Then, suddenly, all was clear; Dave's darting eyes fixed on the thing which had drawn Billy's attention.
The parking lot ran up to a muddy hill; there were three small buildings atop the hill, and beyond those, Dave knew, lay the beach. At the base of the hill, at the rim of the pa
