Chapter 14
Luna and Beckettworked for the next hour until the sun was directly overhead. Luna said, “Hot as a ray’s sting.”
“Have you been stung by a ray?”
She said, “I justknow.”
He patted his forehead and neck with a towel, so Luna said, “You know what you would find refreshing? A swim.”
“Or a shower—” but before the words were to her ear, Luna was striding toward the low wall.
Beckett froze with the towel at his cheek.
There was something about the way she carried herself, purposefully, that raced his heart, she was about to—
Luna stepped onto the low wall, hummed a bugle call, and then—
jumped.
Right over the edge,
down past three stories,
plunging to the water,
way
way
way
down.
Beckett remained frozen. His entire body listened for the splash, unable to move to the wall, to look over. He couldn’t. He needed to know—but couldn’t bring himself to look in order to know.
He heard from the distance a tiny splash.
