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Chapter 13
Thirteen When the boisterous Sullivan family broke for an afternoon snack, Gideon found a quiet corner to catch his breath. Family reunions weren’t his favorite jobs—the organized chaos, all the ducking in and out of people constantly on the move, and trying to avoid getting hit with the various projectiles from the games was exhausting—but after a couple weeks of not working, it felt good to be back in the proverbial saddle. It was still cool after the rain Thursday evening and yesterday morning, and enough clouds lingered to diffuse the sharp August sunlight. All in all, it was a great day for a shoot. He nodded his thanks when Liz brought him a hearty roast beef sandwich and a large glass of iced tea. “Thanks again for taking this job on such short notice,” the owner of the Tidewater
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