Chapter 8: MashpeeBack in the long-ago days before last Spring, before Lydia Vivaldi fled the ruins of her life in Cambridge to find a new one on Cape Cod, she’d scorned naps. Sleeping in broad daylight was for the weak: drunkards, babies, cats, old people.
Working at the Back End had turned her into a nap junkie.
Some afternoons she’d hop on her bike after closing and ride straight to a beach where she could spread out her towel and crash. So much of the Cape was shoreline that the hardest part was choosing: Ocean or lake? Wooded, rock-strewn, or sandy?
On this hot Saturday Lydia defied a direct police order by pedaling across the town line. After two super-intense work days, she craved privacy. With Labor Day past, even Mayflower—the most popular beach on Cape Cod Bay—wouldn't be blan
