We drove along the small, lamp-lined streets of Harwich Port, and made a right turn off Route 28. We were about five miles from the restaurant when we pulled into a large parking lot. I caught a glimpse of the name of the beach, Red River Beach. The bright moon reflected off the rolling waves in front of us, and I grinned.

“This is beautiful, sir.” I looked at his profile.

“I thought a quiet place would ease your mind, and allow you to speak freely.” He turned and looked at me.

The shadows played off his face, making him look more sinister than he was. Well, at least from...