Lily wore dark glasses covering a white gauze bandage taped over her left eye. “Hi, Art,” said Marg. “I think you know Lily Warner.” “Thought it was Vincenti.” I took the straight-back chair that Marg kept for her accounting clients and turned it backwards so I could straddle it and rest my forea...
It was almost midnight but she had finished the brief. Mr. Tomkins would be able to review and revise it tomorrow, which had been her goal. Sighing, she forced herself off the swivel chair and began turning off the lights in the office. After her debacle with Rick, she had called Daryl Tomkins at...
As he and Burns waited for a table on the wooden deck outside the establishment, Rick gazed across the water to Holiday Isle, which was the last stretch of beach before the bridge to Okaloosa Island. Beautiful, he thought, watching a yacht slowly make its way through the harbor to the gap that le...