They came up with two people who had seen Gillispie and Stider together. By Monday morning Troy had lost most of his volunteer searchers as they went back to work or just got sick of it, but they had looked every place a person could be on the several islands that made up the town of Mangrove Bay...
the man said. “I don’t really want to do this.” He took away the knife. He let the woman go. And Troy’s Glock went off and killed him. Troy jerked awake, confused. He was in a strange place. No, not so strange now. He smelled perfume. The sheets were better than his, the room larger. He jumped up...