The streets were still empty, but Tara wasn’t exactly sure about the way back to Shark Bait and missed the turn the first time. When the street she was on dead-ended at a retaining wall overlooking the beach, she had to circle around in front of a Wawa and try again.
Just as she was beginning to worry she’d have to forfeit the date—why didn’t she get Delaney’s number, at least? How stupid was that?—she finally found the right street, more by luck than any real navigational skill. “Thank you, Jesus,” she said with a sigh, pulling into now empty the parking lot.
It was ten minutes after midnight. Had Delaney already left? Or would she wait?
Tara turned off the car but left the headlights and air conditioning on. The bar looked closed; no signs or lights were lit, no music blared from the
