It had been a while since Cass had taken a walk on the beach. Being over in Manhattan had been excellent, and being able to do some work with her businesses while there had been almost cathartic after the months of forced inactivity on the Island. But the best news had come when Richie's scans of the lower levels of the restricted access building confirmed that Tommy was indeed trapped there. Finally they had something, and it was only as it would be perhaps a week until they could be reached that she decided she needed to get away and take a breath.
When she came to the beach she took off her shoes, the feel of the sand beneath her soles giving her connection that had been impossible in the concrete jungle of New York, despite her walks in Central Park.
As she approached the water line, looking out across the water and not along the beach, she wondered whether there would be time, once Tommy was found, to take a sojourn in Key West. She had also wondered about taking a trip to New Zealand, to see Digby and check on the young manager she had appointed there, until she reminded herself that he wasn't in fact appointed yet, that the time through the door was 2012 and it would still be her old manager.