Chapter 8: Part 4
Sam woke and noticed first off that his knee hurt. In college he'd been injured during an intense soccer tournament. Dirk Plastin, the jerk, had targeted him. The ball sailed over the other players heads and Sam and gone in for the score. He zeroed in on the ball, and feigned left then right. The goalie was totally overwhelmed. He scored what would later be known as the game-winning goal, but Dirk hadn't been happy. The jerk came at him, hitting hard.
In the end his knee was blown. Ligaments were torn, pain raced across his body. Dirk had been suspended for the season and Sam received a weather monitor. Every huge pressure change made his joint ache.
He jumped up from the deck and went immediately to the weather radio. He flicked it on. Really he should keep it on all the time, but he hated the extra noise. Static flicked through the speakers. Noise and more noise.
He hated the damn thing, but it saved him from ruin on more than one occasion. With the station tuned to someone actually speaking, he listened to the forecast. Nothing. No rain predicted, no storms on the radar.
He rubbed his knee. His kneecap felt full, heavy. He kicked his foot out trying to break up the stiffness. No matter what the weatherman said it was going to rain. Not just a sweet little sprinkle but a huge storm that would wreak havoc on his boat. This felt like hurricane weather, not sunny skies.
He was close to Delanie's island. He could boat back to Nassau or Grand Bahamas but what if he didn't make it. Something was off about the weather, he didn't want to be caught in a storm and tossed around like a toy boat.
Most hurricanes developed off of the coast of Africa. According to the weather reports nothing had developed yet, but there was that storm off the coast of Texas a few years back that went from nothing to level two in six hours. He didn't want to be stuck in something like that.
Anything could happen. The weather patterns were different this year. El Niño was active.
He would circle around the island, staying close. If a storm popped up the little protective inlet on Delanie's island would be perfect.
Copyright Sara Thacker
Murder Stalks
In the end his knee was blown. Ligaments were torn, pain raced across his body. Dirk had been suspended for the season and Sam received a weather monitor. Every huge pressure change made his joint ache.
He jumped up from the deck and went immediately to the weather radio. He flicked it on. Really he should keep it on all the time, but he hated the extra noise. Static flicked through the speakers. Noise and more noise.
He hated the damn thing, but it saved him from ruin on more than one occasion. With the station tuned to someone actually speaking, he listened to the forecast. Nothing. No rain predicted, no storms on the radar.
He rubbed his knee. His kneecap felt full, heavy. He kicked his foot out trying to break up the stiffness. No matter what the weatherman said it was going to rain. Not just a sweet little sprinkle but a huge storm that would wreak havoc on his boat. This felt like hurricane weather, not sunny skies.
He was close to Delanie's island. He could boat back to Nassau or Grand Bahamas but what if he didn't make it. Something was off about the weather, he didn't want to be caught in a storm and tossed around like a toy boat.
Most hurricanes developed off of the coast of Africa. According to the weather reports nothing had developed yet, but there was that storm off the coast of Texas a few years back that went from nothing to level two in six hours. He didn't want to be stuck in something like that.
Anything could happen. The weather patterns were different this year. El Niño was active.
He would circle around the island, staying close. If a storm popped up the little protective inlet on Delanie's island would be perfect.
Copyright Sara Thacker
Murder Stalks
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