Maya

Thenext morning, I wake up to a crew of men from Lopez Luxury fixing the old dock. Hammers pound against the new planks of wood, the old ones nowhere to be seen.

How did you sleep through all that noise?

Abby calls out my name, but I’m too focused on my mission to give her anything more than a quick morning kiss before running out the back door. I rush across the grassy law, my lungs heaving with each ragged breath.

“Wait!” I wave my hands in the air.

One of the workers looks up before signaling to the others. A few stop pounding their hammers while others start talking amongst themselves.

“Where is the old dock?” I press a hand against my chest as I try to regulate my breathing.

“We were told to get rid of it.”

Dammit, Richard.“Where did it go?”

“Our guy just drove off…