South Beach - Coast Road

The first kick landed squarely on the door. The second didn't. Elise shouted at the car as if it were to blame for sliding down the hill next to the bay. She'd hydroplaned, run off the pavement and dug herself even deeper trying to get back on the road. And she'd dropped her cell. It was lying somewhere down there in the rocks and the heavy surf, and if she didn't rein in her temper, she'd be down there with it.
She'd known about the storm. Storms weren't unusual this time of year. She should have stayed home. No, she should have driven a different way. Or slower. Or something other than what she'd done.



