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THE SQUAWKING OF shorebirds through an open window woke Bennett from a sound sleep, just when he’d been planning to sleep in this Saturday morning. Usually, he woke before dawn to start his day with a run on the beach or attend a city event, but today he was relishing a chance to catch up on sleep. Closing his eyes, he burrowed his head back into his pillow just as his phone rang.
“Go away,” he mumbled, pulling a pillow over his head. Then, remembering his civic duty, he slid out a hand. It could be something important. When he glanced at the screen, he saw it was his friend Flint. Bennett groaned and rolled over.
“Hey, Flint.”
“Where are you, buddy? Thought we were meeting at Java Beach this morning?”
Bennett yanked the pillow off his face and pummeled it against the wall. His ass
