"Remember when your mom told you not to swim for an hour after you eat?"
He smiled weekly. "I thought that was an old wives' tale."
"Now you know better."
Jen appeared at my side. "You okay sir?"
"Yeah, just cramps. Thanks."
"You need medical services?"
"No, I don't think so."
He took a deep breath and flopped back onto the sand. I followed Jen back to the truck. I was going to have to head in and do an incident report. No injury, so nothing like the time I rescued Kelsey, but still.
We had it written up in half an hour, and Jen sent me off for my lunch break.
There was a vendor selling Trinidadian Doubles on the boardwalk, and I picked up a couple and went to sit down. I imagined Aly, covered up in our blanket watching TV on my couch. I'd planned on heading out to the warehouse,
