The Sagaponack Tempest

The nor'easter slammed into the South Fork of Long Island with the fury of a biblical deluge. By eight o'clock that evening, seventy-mile-per-hour gale-force winds howled across the sand dunes of Sagaponack, whipping sheets of freezing Atlantic rain against the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of Alexander Cross’s coastal compound. Two hundred feet below the bluffs, the ocean had risen into ten-foot frothing surges of black water that thundered against the shoreline,…