It was already late May and the town was filled with tourists. Thankfully I didn’t have to deal with that too much during the day since I worked up the coast. But it still made getting around in town a pain since there was just one main road through the town center. At least it wasn’t so bad in the mornings because I left home before six-thirty. The afternoons were a nightmare.
I lived up against a hill in the cabin I’d renovated some years back. It was a two-bedroom residence that had a nice view of the ocean from the front. Serge had helped me with it over the years while we still lived at the Zumpano house. Our friendship had matured, though I didn’t see him as often since he traveled a lot on business. He didn’t seem to like it much.
After they’d moved to the southeast a few years ag
