The Beachside Enigma
The sunlight beat down relentlessly on Daytona Beach, casting harsh shadows over the cracked pavement and weathered buildings. Jimmy Chilla’s sleek black convertible was a stark contrast to the rusted cars lining the street as he pulled up to the desolate boardwalk. The air was thick with humidity, the faint cries of seagulls punctuating the heavy silence.
He stepped out of the car, his...
