Right now, so he could avoid the second drug run his boss had assigned to him and Mike. Patience, he told himself. The party would offer an opportunity to not only bust Darrell, but all of his allies involved in the drug trade. This mission put him one step closer to Dare trusting him. One step closer to not only getting him off the streets, but many of his dealers. He slapped at a mosquito as he trailed behind Mike. His shirt stuck to his back as sweat poured off his forehead. Where was the beach, the soft water, the silky sand, the sound of the ocean to caress his ears? Why did he have to walk through miles of this shit, this backwoods country making him feel like he was in West Texas in the 1800s? The overgrowth thinned somewhat the longer they walked, but it turned into seagrass and marsh and was no more comfortable to walk through than scraggly, biting brush. The grass was high, a good cover if he needed it, but suddenly the texture of the ground changed.
