Chapter 37: In The Waves

The sketchy guy looks as shifty now as he did before. Maybe the way he keeps looking up and down the beach, or the way he fidgets as he walks, curling and uncurling his fingers and rolling his shoulders forward and back. He looks nervous.

Didn't Rafe say this stretch of beach was for members only? He's not exactly dressed like someone who'd be a member of some fancy private beach club for celebrities - like last time, his clothes are worn and nondescript - but then again, I probably shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

When I twist back around, Rafe is still staring at the man. And looking angrier by the second.

"Who is that?" I ask. "Do you know him?"

"I'll be right back." He starts off across the sand toward the boardwalk.

That didn't answer my question. Part of me is tempted to run after him, but I know this is none of my business, whatever it is.

The man stops at the end of the boardwalk, waiting for Rafe. I think he looks past Rafe at me, but he doesn't acknowledge me in any