“Four hours,” I said.

“High tide comes in at eleven.

Kenneth and I have to be on the sand by eight thirty.”

Vance looked me dead in the eye and gave me one slow, deliberate nod.

“Go deal with the ordnance.

I’ll hold the line at the middle school gym.”

“Wyler thinks he’s got the speaker roster locked up on paper,” I said.

“Wyler has a clipboard and a big mouth,” Vance said, turning back to his display boxes.