Chapter Ten
Ethan finally located his missing phone the next morning. Somehow he’d managed to kick it under the four-poster bed, all the way into the farthest shadowy corner. The battery on his old flip phone had jarred loose and it was completely dead, so it took a while for him to get it operational again.
He spent the time doing the stretches that kept his leg limber. If he forgot them for even a day, the damaged muscles would tighten up. At least he could enjoy the view of Seafarer’s Beach at low tide as he worked out. The wet sand reflected silver light in the misty morning. Exposed underwater boulders shone dark against the wet sand. The occasional dog walker picked their way through clumps of seaweed and driftwood.
Finally his phone came back on with a flurry of beeps. He’d misse
