It was only six o’clock, but almost like nighttime. He’d managed to make it across the rickety trestles of Fowler’s Creek Bridge before things got too bad and now he was back on the mainland. Safe. The rain fell steadily, slanting across his windshield and carrying along bits of wet leaves and pine needles. Lightning flashed behind the swaying palms. Not much wind, though. At least, not yet. It bothered Morris now, what he’d done. More than he thought it would. But it had to be done. All of it. He certainly had paid his dues. Fifteen years of public service. Living the life of a public servant…pushing papers, more paperwork and politics than people realize, especially in a sleepy hamlet like this. It wasn’t the career he’d chosen. It had chosen him. So he’d played the game. Sucking up to the commissioners. Concealed his true self. Remember their names. Keep on smiling. And never, ever let them know how smart you are. People liked him. His charm was his currency, and for the most part, throughout his career, he’d remained honest.
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