CHAPTER FIVE
After changing into my dry clothes, I remembered why Dad had spent so much money on me being here. It wasn’t just so I could go swim in the ocean all day. It wasn’t even just for me to write all day. I was supposed to check on Sam, and after meeting those creepy people, the idea of being around my big brother was kind of a comforting thought.
I got my car out of the hotel garage, and put Sam’s address into my GPS. The house was on the same ocean front road as my hotel, but a few miles away. When I reached the house, I was shocked.
Sam had sent pictures of the place, but they didn’t do it justice. The entrance alone was reason enough for me to be happy for Sam. The gates were wrought iron with wrought iron sharks on them. The house was really far away from the gates, but the
