To the wonderful folks who've stayed with me through a difficult time of geographical transition, my warmest hugs and also thanks. To my best friend, for his patience, wisdom, humor and good advice, my eternal gratitude. Over the years he's become my rock, my anchor and my inspiration. Yes, he really would be there with a shovel if I needed help burying the body, digging first, asking questions later…as would I, were the roles reversed. Such is the nature of our friendship. Thanks, Partner.Author's NoteThe "Florida Palms" hotel is entirely fictitious and created from my own imagination, based on some of the lovelier hotels I've had the privilege of visiting. Should there be an actual hotel with this name, which escaped my research process, my apologies. (There is a motel by that name, but since this story is set in a deluxe hotel, I'm figuring that shouldn't be a problem?) No copyright infringement, or actual description thereof, intended in any way. There are so many wonderful hotels in Florida, that finding just one to use as a setting was pretty much impossible.
