Chapter 3
Something was going on at the house.
Casey had been sitting in the sun on the back deck, when he'd heard the rumble of a large vehicle coming over the land bridge that connected them to the main land. He had thought it was Martin, returning from his errands in town at first. But this sounded much different, bigger.
The undercurrent had been rough this morning, and his muscles felt suitably weary and relaxed from the exercise. With his tablet in his lap as he played Cut the Rop