Chapter 10

The red numbers didn’t get much less red. They’d had a good night, but it would take months of good nights to get Dockside back into the black. Hopefully tourist season would see them through another year. It was always slow in the winter, but winter was over and school would be letting out soon. Things would pick up. He hoped.

Scooter rubbed at his eyes and jotted another entry into his log. At least he hadn’t had to pay a carpenter to fix the door. That reminded him, and he flicked a twenty and four fives out of the deposit bag, then locked the rest of the cash in the safe.

He shut up his office and went looking for Andy.

Andy was sitting on the porch steps, the orange leash across his knees as he watched Trick chasing the waves. He flinched as Scooter came out of the door, then relaxed with a sigh. “All done?” he asked, trying to act casual.