Devlin was hammered.
He hit the lounger on his back deck and collapsed into it. This was one of his favorite places to be. The University drawbridge buzzed with the sound of car tires crossing the metal grate. Twenty stories up, the I-5 overpass was offering a steady, low-roar of rush hour madness. He heard it as no more than as a counterpoint to what lay before him.
He rented the dock-level apartment of a three-story house that urbanization hadn’t managed to drive into the water. In front of it were three slips to moor a boat bow-in. His Dragon was the smallest of the three, a sleek racer beside a bulky live-aboard sailing cruiser and a forty-footer Fat Cat showpiece that he’d never seen anybody actually sail in the three years he’d been here.
The view wasn’t much, as this end of the l
