![]() ![]() The trunk held sandwiches and water, and a message that directed them to an island to the north. The solution to their bafflement was in a trunk half-buried in sand. ![]() They all remembered encountering some creep, just before they’d gotten ahold of the best heroin they’d ever had-and then, nothing. Once they stopped their petty bickering, his compatriots had similar stories. He remembered a cold-eyed dude staring at him at the grocery store, and two precisely-chiseled men who followed him to a Miami club, but that was all. Nash wasn’t even sure how he got to the beach. Junkies, every one of ‘em, it was obvious.īut where they were and why…that was a good question. No, he was actually on a beach, along with five other people: A huge black man, a Hispanic chica, some skinny kid, a man with dreadlocks, and girl who might’ve been pretty if she didn’t have arms full of tracks. That last hit of heroin he had must’ve been some good stuff.īut as Nash struggled awake, he realized that what he was feeling was no mere heroin trip. ![]() He could smell salt water and hear lap-lap-lap of the ocean. He could feel the sun on his face, the sand under his back. Nash Lemont was having the best trip of his life. Kent Messum, you may need to reach for shark repellant. Or, as you’ll see in the new book “Bait” by J. It makes you grab a chair, stool, step, or a taller person with a longer grip. You want something-and it’s just out of reach, which makes you growl. You can see it, but you can’t make your arm longer or stretch your hands. ![]() What you want is just beyond your fingers. ![]()
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