“Damn-it! This had better not be my dad calling to talk shit
again.” Jayce mutters.
He pulls the phone out of his pocket and looks at the
screen, “This is Jayce.”
His mood changes as Anne watches him interact with the person
on the other end of the call. He tells the person that they are on the beach
with a campfire, then gives the person directions to their location. Anne looks
around at the men in the unit, it is apparent that not a one of them is paying
any attention to the Captain. Anne assumes that it is the waitress from the
club. Jayce hangs up with the caller and
slides the phone back into his pocket. Curious but not wanting to pry, she watches
him glance towards the parking lot every couple of minutes. She sees headlights
appear in the parking. Jayce stands up and brushes the sand from his pants. He walks
towards the trail leading to where they had parked, disappearing into the
darkness.
#
Jayce walks barefoot up the trail to where the parked car
awaits. He watches the silhouette of a woman get out of the practical, four
door sedan. She walks around to the rear of the car and opens the trunk. She
closes it just as fast.
“Tracy, you want to join us for a beer?”
“I really don’t want to impose, Captain.”
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