The Dead Season
Chapter 1
"But you're the fourth cab driver we've asked," Callie Shaw said in desperation.
"Why won't anyone take us to Runner's Harbor?'''
"I don't know about anybody, but I'm on my break," mumbled the cabbie.
"Doesn't anybody around here work for a living?" grumbled Joe Hardy.
Frank Hardy pointed toward a battered black cab parked in the shade of a huge palm tree a couple hundred feet away.
"There's another one."
Again they picked up their luggage and trudged wearily beneath the late-afternoon sun.
The air was damp and made their walk uncomfortable.
"Boy, is it hot," said Joe, pausing a moment to push a strand of blond hair off his forehead.
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