He called the sheriff, who told him drones were complicated legal territory. He called the council office, which told him tourism was important. He called Callum, who did not answer. By then, Elias began to feel like a man slowly erased from his own life.
The worst night came after a yacht party sponsored by a sparkling-water brand. Lights flashed until two in the morning. Music shook the windows of the bait shed. When Elias reached the dock before dawn, he found three of his net floats sliced by a propeller.