Chapter Seventy-Four
Essais A stray ribbon of caution tape flutters against my arm, blown loose by the wind. I brush it away. The whole beach is littered with the stuff— the police didn't do a very good job cleaning up after themselves, and I can still see the indents in the pebbles from where their feet were. The footprints don't seem to follow a sensible path; they just circle around the beach aimlessly, until they reach the shoreline and disappear. I watch as the strand of caution tape drifts lazily through the air, until the breeze blows it into the water and it floats away. Everything looks so normal now, as if what happened here last night didn't really happen at all. Other than the abundance of yellow tape, there's no proof that Xavier's story is true; even the wrecked motorboat, which Landon and B
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