Chapter 4
Saturday Morning
It was the weekend. Worse, it was damn early on a weekend morning. He should be sleeping in.
Yeah, that always worked well for him. Getting up five days a week at five to help his father at the diner didn’t exactly train him to relax on a sunny summer morning. Greg knew that the Judge, a creature of habit, wouldn’t stir from his bed before eight on a Saturday—the end of the BBC morning news.
Greg headed out for a run to clear his head. The beach was chilly despite the promise of a warm day. The fog had moved close ashore and though the sun had cleared the Coast Range, it wasn’t high enough to clear the bluff and most of the beach still lay in cool shadow.
As was usual, he trotted south to the base of the cliffs atop which stood the Orca Head lighthouse. He
