Walter smiles to himself.
“Half the town’s kids are probably on there somewhere.”
“You left it?”
He gives me a look.
“Son, the council talked about replacing it after the hurricane.”
He chuckles.
“You’d have thought they suggested bulldozing the lighthouse.”
My eyes drift back to the old piling.
It’s just a piece of weathered timber.
Except...
It isn’t.
It’s proof that this place has been collecting people’s lives a lot longer than I’ve been standing on these docks.
Walter settles near the dock office like a retired king overseeing his kingdom. “You inviting folks for the summer kickoff?”
“I’m still figuring out logistics.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
I twist my gaze toward him. Walter’s face shows no guilt. Dangerously innocent.
“Hadley mentioned a few ideas earlier.”
“There it is.”
I narrow my eyes. “There what is?”
“That look.”
“What look?”
“The one where your entire face changes when somebody says Hadley Wright.”
I blink once. Then twice.
“Absolutely not.”
Walter grins.
Oh no. No, no, no.
Not him, too.
“You locals are invasive.”
“We’re observant.”
“You’re nosy.”