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High Tide thinks about going to The Sundowner, too.

He's hungry and cold, and a cup of hot coffee and a stack of banana pancakes soaked in maple syrup sound pretty damn good.

It's been a long night, sitting in his car, a half block south of Boone's crib, directing his old troops like a general who's come out of retirement to fight a war. And it felt good, in a weird way, to know that he could issue the battle cry and the boys would respond as if no time had passed. But it felt bad, too, bringing back the old days that he had left behind.

That bad feeling was nothing compared with the heartache that came with letting his cousin down. But life is full of tough choices, and he chose one family over the other.

Done.

But now he looks out at the ocean and sees that the family he chose isn't together. He didn't go out this morning because he was busy guarding Boone, and God knows where he is now. Johnny's not out there because he's probably well and truly pissed off at Boone and working the murder case. And Sunny's mad-hurt and betrayed.

Only Hang Twelve is out there, sitting like a latchkey kid waiting for Mom or Dad to come home.

He's thinking this when someone taps on his window.

Boone's standing there.

Tide rolls down the window.

“It's over,” Boone says.

“That's good.”

“There's still time for you to hit the water,” Boone says.

“You?”

Boone shakes his head, then looks up at his cottage. “Stuff to take care of.”

“Yeah, I think I'll give it a pass this morning,” Tide says. “Get me some breakfast instead.”

“Sounds good,” Boone says. “And Tide? Thanks, huh.”

“No worries, brah.”

You're aiga.

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