David fought the steering wheel for control.
The car was still chugging forward but slowed ever so slightly. The sand dollar hanging from the rearview mirror swung in a pendulum arc from all the shaking. Lord, help! He needed to get out of the line of fire. I just need more time. Please hold off the waves.
The road widened and the Hummer sped past them. The gunman turned around, his torso just above the vehicleâs roof, until he faced them. This time the car didnât obey David. âWeâve been hit!â The VW spun sideways, and another gunshot jolted the car. âTheyâre trying to leave us here.â
âIf we donât get to the evacuation zone before the tsunami hits, we wonât get out,â Aria said. âYou canât outrunââ
âI know,â David interrupted. He didnât need to be reminded that if the gunmen didnât kill them first, the tsunami would.
ONE
Construction dust was going to be the death of her. It was the third time in the past hour the vacuum gagged and sputtered to a stop, but this time it seemed to be serious about staying dead. The crew should have used a Shop-Vac for a preliminary cleaning of the remodeled set of rooms, but Aria Zimmerman suspected theyâd skipped that step.
Aria took a swig from the lukewarm water bottle. She could find the new foreman sheâd heard had just arrived, or ask her boss, George, for a new vacuumâa stranger versus the man whoâd been like a second father to her the past two years. It was no contest.
Aria blew a stray curl off her damp forehead, but it only bounced up and down, tickling her eyelashes. Cleaning in resort areas paid well, but the hard work took its toll. She stood still for a moment in hopes her heart rate would decrease before she tried to talk to George. Thankfully, during her off hours, she sat in her computer networking classes where her sore back could take a much-needed rest.
Aria stared out the window and studied the cliffs in the distance. The beauty beckoned her to call it a day and hike amidst the Sitka spruce trees in the state park, an outcropping on the bluffs above the shore, and listen to the sound of the ocean waves crashing below.
While the state park was only a short distance away, there wasnât easy access unless Aria was willing to cross the creek and climb up the few hundred feet through rocks and weeds. Not feasible. Sheâd need to drive through town, down the highway, and zigzag through the winding roads of the park to get to the trailhead.
Since there was already a dusting of snow on the coast, sheâd have to settle for a stroll on the beach to loosen her muscles. Sand Dollar Shores was a small town on the Oregon coast, only busy during the tourist season. The unincorporated town didnât have enough funds to handle the slightest flurry of snow. Locals knew enough to put on snow chains or hunker down until it melted, usually within hours.
There were twenty buildings spread out on the property of The Shoreside Conference Center and Resort. The top floor of the main center was fully remodeled, the last step being carpet, which could only be installed once Aria finished her chore. Her empty water bottle prompted her into action.
She stepped out into the open hallway and leaned over the balcony railing to survey the lobby below. Her stomach dropped at the distance between the two floors. Aria clenched the wood banister underneath her fingers and inhaled. Her new fear of heights took her by surprise at the worst of times.
A wall of windows framed the front of the reception area, displaying the Pacific Ocean. Too bad the dark clouds marred its beauty and, as a result, the lobbyâs lighting seemed dim as well. If Aria had designed it she wouldâve made the roof curved, without the hard lines and edges that now framed it. A domed ceiling wouldâve allowed for more light.