Dawn Patrol - Don Winslow [92]
Restless, she gets up again, goes to the window, and looks out at the actual ocean. It’s dark and foggy, but the sun is starting to penetrate the marine layer and it feels odd to her, unhappy and strange, not to be out on the water with The Dawn Patrol. It’s the first morning in years that she hasn’t shown up.
She thought about going but just couldn’t make herself do it. It seemed impossible to be there with Boone. It’s ridiculous, she thinks now. Silly. She knows Boone has been with other women since they split up. She’s been with other men. But there was something about seeing it—seeing that woman in her clothes, looking so comfortable and at home—that felt like a terrible betrayal. And Boone letting me think that he’d been killed, when he was doing her …
So she’d skipped The Dawn Patrol.
Maybe it’s a good thing, she thinks. Time to move on. Catch my wave tomorrow and ride it into my new life.
She goes to get dressed. It will be busy at The Sundowner with all the surfers coming in, and Chuck could probably use the extra help.
So she decides to go in early.
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High Tide thinks about going to The Sundowner, too.
He’s hungry and cold, and a cup of hot coffee and a stack of banana pancakes soaked in maple syrup sound pretty damn good.
It’s been a long night, sitting in his car, a half block south of Boone’s crib, directing his old troops like a general who’s come out of retirement to fight a war. And it felt good, in a weird way, to know that he could issue the battle cry and the boys would respond as if no time had passed. But it felt bad, too, bringing back the old days that he had left behind.
That bad feeling was nothing compared with the heartache that came with letting his cousin down. But life is full of tough choices, and he chose one family over the other.
Done.
But now he looks out at the ocean and sees that the family he chose isn’t together. He didn’t go out this morning because he was busy guarding Boone, and God knows where he is now. Johnny’s not out there because he’s probably well and truly pissed off at Boone and working the murder case. And Sunny’s mad—hurt and betrayed.
Only Hang Twelve is out there, sitting like a latchkey kid waiting for Mom or Dad to come home.
He’s thinking this when someone taps on his window.
Boone’s standing there.
Tide rolls down the window.
“It’s over,” Boone says.
“That’s good.”
“There’s still time for you to hit the water,” Boone says.
“You?”
Boone shakes his head, then looks up at his cottage. “Stuff to take care of.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll give it a pass this morning,” Tide says. “Get me some breakfast instead.”
“Sounds good,” Boone says. “And Tide? Thanks, huh.”
“No worries, brah.”
You’re aiga.
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Johnny Banzai grabs a few hours of sleep, gets up, and picks a shirt, slacks, sports jacket, and tie from his closet. Then he rejects all of it in favor of a charcoal gray suit. He has to be in court today, maybe in front of a judge, and he’s found that the extra touch of formality is usually worth it.
It feels odd, going to work from the house instead of the beach, changing clothes in his bedroom instead of his car. He’s missed sessions of The Dawn Patrol before, because of work or family obligations, but this feels different.
Like the end of something.
The start of something else.
Phases and stages, I guess, Johnny thinks as he knots a bloodred knit tie and checks it in the mirror. At a certain time in your life, you think you’ll never get married; then you are. Then you think you’ll never have kids, and then suddenly you have two. And you’ve always said that you’d never leave The Dawn Patrol, but maybe now …
That stunt Boone pulled.
Not the thing with the Boonemobile—that was classic Boone, although it’s hard to see him sacrifice the old van that held so many