Beach Invasion by Dan Decker (Red Night #1)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.5 MB
A submarine. Armed men. Two people on vacation.
Steve is trying to relax when he sees a submarine appear just off the beach. He thinks it is a Navy exercise until they start shooting at him and his girlfriend, Sonia. They run! How far will they get?
I looked up from my book when our radio stopped working. Static had replaced the oldie’s background music. The setting sun peeked out through some clouds on the horizon, hitting me right in the eyes, so I lowered my sunglasses from my forehead to protect them.
“Looks like the station’s having problems again,” Sonia said from beside me without glancing up from her tablet, where she was engrossed in the latest Dan Brown novel.
I hit the side of the old radio. “It was coming and going before, but now it’s just gone.” Using the knob, I tuned it to the next station but did not pick up anything.
“That’s strange,” I said as I went to the station after that, “nothing.” I continued to twist the knob but didn’t find any stations that were broadcasting.
“Hmmm.” Sonia wasn’t paying attention any longer. She sometimes got like this when she became too focused.
“I was getting tired of listening to the radio anyway,” I said, shutting it off and pulling out my phone to check for messages. I had put it on silent at Sonia’s request only after she had pleaded with me. The constant notifications drove her nuts.
I had no messages.
Another oddity. I usually got ten or more an hour through my anonymous tip email form.
Just as I was about to slip it back in my pocket, I realized that I also had no cell service.
That explains it, I thought. But then I looked at my radio. No, it only causes more questions.
“My phone’s not working now too.”
“Steve, can’t you just relax?” Sonia put a hand on my arm. “It has been a wonderful day at the beach, don’t spoil it now. The last thing we need are intrusions from the outside world. We have a whole beach all to ourselves. I mean, come on, let’s enjoy this while we can. All your work will be waiting for you when you get home. Isn’t this why you scheduled posts for this evening? You promised that this time was just for us.”
I slipped my phone back in my pocket and grunted.
It was difficult for me to unplug. I marveled that it came so naturally to her.
I needed information. I craved information.
The constant, relentless updates that some people complained about in our modern digital age were my lifeblood of activity. Not just personally, but professionally too.
My blog garnered hundreds of thousands of views a day and kept me from having to take a regular job.
I spent all day sifting through an ever-increasing amount of information that just poured in, sometimes from all over the world. I took great pleasure in filtering it out and packaging it up into bite-sized bits for my readers.
The notifications didn’t harm my productivity.
They drove it.
I liked the constant pings from my phone and computer telling me that something was happening in the world.
It made me feel alive.
I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to do as my girlfriend advised.