A Few Hours Later—
Robin crouched low to the ground, fingers brushing over the smooth surface of a flat stone half-buried in the sand. He picked it up, weighed it in his hand for a second as if he found the ideal gem he was looking for, but suddenly he flicked it across the glassy sea with a calculated flick of his wrist.
Plop.Plop.Plop.
The stone skipped three, maybe four times—little explosions of ripples trailing behind—before it vanished into the silver horizon.
He didn't even watch it go. His body bent again, his hand reaching for another. Mind elsewhere. Soul elsewhere.
His eyes, normally sharp and calculating, were now blurred with a haze of silent dread.
