Chapter 4
Just after daybreak, Jack walked along the water’s edge, tossing a stick for Scout, who charged through the surf to retrieve it. The yellow Labrador retriever leapt with glee and then returned, dropping the stick like a gold-plated prize in Jack’s outstretched hand.
“There’s a good boy.” Jack rubbed the dog’s neck before rearing back and throwing the stick again. Scout waited, barely containing his enthusiasm until Jack gave the signal. “Fetch it up.”
The beach was nearly deserted at this time of the morning, giving Jack the solitude he needed to think. Yesterday, he had received a call that he’d never expected.
Still reeling from the news, he was unsure of whether to believe the veracity of this situation. He’d left a message for a friend from college who practiced law in Lo
