He pushes himself up off the sand to go back to his cottage. Sleep this off, deal with the hangover, and then figure it out. He walks up the beach and is almost to the road when he sees four figures in the fog. Peter, Paulie, Sal, and Tony. “Hello, motherfucker,” Paulie says. He raises the baseball bat. Liam smiles and says, “I guess the coke deal’s off, huh?” Paulie swings the bat.
