After my run down the beach, I grabbed one of the towels that found their home hun beside the door and kicked the sand off my shoes on the back deck before heading in toward the kitchen for some fresh water only to be stopped dead in my tracks finding Lexington sitting at the table with a glass of scotch and an envelope in front of him. Abrams and Nic are on either side of him and Lenore is seated next to Nic. Their faces are all pulled into a mix of apprehension and regret.
I pull my Bluetooth headphones from my ears and drop them onto the table in front of me, using the towel I grabbed off the deck to wick the sweat from my forehead. "What happened?"
