Chapter 64

The sea wind blew in from the direction of the harbor, carrying a mixed smell of diesel and salt water. The old refinery sat at the southernmost end of the wharf, where most of the facilities had long gone dark. Rusted storage tanks stood along the roadside like giant gray mushrooms, surrounded by overgrown weeds. The container yard lay on the west side of the refinery, dozens of large iron boxes in every color stacked into a maze, the sightlines narrow, the corners endless.