Chapter 3: The Fentons
"Hey, Danny, your cell phone is ringing!" Sam shouted from under the shade of a thick beach umbrella, blanket, and hat.
"Just a minute!" Danny called back, before he was toppled by a huge wave. Fighting his way out of the water, and shouting 'time out' to Tucker, he trecked through the sand to the picnic area, leaving his friend to frantically chase a giant beach-ball in the currents. "Who could be calling me?" he wondered aloud, drying his hands on a towel and taking the phone from Sam's gloved hand.
Flipping it open, he looked at the caller ID: Masters, Vlad.
"Ugh, what could HE possibly want? Hey- wait- how did he even get this number?!" Frowning angrily, he clicked the phone off and stuck it back in Sam's bag.
"Who was it, sweetie?" his mother called out, turning away from her husband, who was bodyboarding boardless with the incoming waves.
"Wrong number," Danny said, casting a satisfied grin at Sam and hurrying back to the water.