Harry strolled along LBB Way, headed for The Puffin Diner. It lay in the heart of town. Which was something of an overstatement as the Eagle Cove business district was just five blocks long. The whole town was caught between the beach, the broad bay fed by the Eagle River, and the Coast Range forest.
LBB Way was the longest road in town. The woman who had platted the seaside part of the town had used all landside bird names and Little Brown Bird Way had been her nod to the myriad species that she didn’t have enough streets to honor. It was almost two miles from the lighthouse and the two Victorian manor houses to the town. The lane snaked along the shore connecting houses and beach along the way.
He’d headed for his car this morning and then noticed that Dad’s and Greg’s were still parke
