When they finished the packing and everything in Dockside was as locked down as it was getting, Scooter went out on the rail to have one of his rare midday smokes. “Won’t get one once we’re at Kat and Jason’s. She’d murder me, even if I smoked it on the balcony.” He glanced at Andy. “You scared?”
“Not much.” Honestly, he was more excited than scared. Despite Scooter’s steadily increasing agitation, Kat and Jason and D’ante had all worked with matter-of-fact efficiency but no real panic, taking time to joke and tease as they always did. Jason had pointed out a news crew out on the road, shooting footage up and down the beach of locals doing their prep, and they’d spent a while laughing about it. Nothing seemed particularly scary. “Should I be?”