Catch of a Lifetime (Ebb and Flow #2)

Prologue

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, I thought, pressing the phone to my ear.

It isn’t supposed to be like this.

At the other end, the phone rang and rang. “Come on,” I said, as if that would help. “Come on, come on. Oh my god, pick up. Please pick up.” Finally the ringing stopped. “Jerry?” I said. “Jerry, he’s—”

“You’ve reached Jerry! Leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.” The voicemail beeped.

I hung up, and called again.

And again.

And again.

“Hold on, Dave,” I said. The restless waves curled around us, the lacy, hissing foam tinged a faint but definite pink. I gazed down at where I held his head in my lap, and stroked his hair away from his pale face. “Hold on.”

The voicemail beeped.

I called again.