Chapter ThreeLawrence didn't understand why he walked his dog down to the beach on that particular evening. Usually, his route took him through the park and he rarely ventured down to the riverside. Not that Charley complained. Charley was a golden retriever and, as would be expected, he loved nothing more than to run around, the wind throwing back his ears, enjoying the thrill of being out in a world full of exciting smells. Lawrence loved Charley, with all his heart. He'd virtually grown up with him, the little bundle of fun first arriving on his doorstep some five years ago when Lawrence had just turned ten. Not exactly a birthday present, at least that's what Dad had said. But Lawrence knew that Charley would always be his dog; he was the only one who ever took the dog out for walks, w
