Chapter 14 - For Hours

• He was standing on the beach. Leaning on a tree, under the shade of its leaves. His head nearly brushed the lowest branch.
• I knew that tree. And I knew how high that branch was.
• For him to be that close to it meant he had to be well-over six foot tall. And much broader than the men milling around him. He had waving black hair and bright blue eyes, cutting over the crowd of beachgoers and straight into me. His features were square and vicious.