Coastal Disturbance
Chapter One
Someone was crying outside my bedroom window last night. I got up and ran out, only to find nobody there. Some say the devil you know is better than the devil you don't. In which case, I should have been feeling completely at home right about now.
"Well, hot damn! This here says you're some kinda special federal law enforcement agent with the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. Is that so?"
The local sheriff hypnotically wove my ID card between his fingers with the ease of a professional card shark. "And just what is it that brings you to our peaceful little town today?"
"I thought I'd do some fishing," I answered; flashing what I hoped was a seductively beguiling smile.
"Well, aren't you the lucky one getting Labor Day off?" He grinned, giving the distinct impression of a cat on the prowl who'd just caught himself a mouse. "So, what are ya'll fishing for anyway?"
Naturally, he'd have to ask. It was a pastime that I knew almost nothing about.
Mayday! Mayday! The distress call shot straight to my brain as the sheriff continued to study me.
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