It was nicknamed for the effects it often has on its customers during cold, dark voyages. I wasn’t looking forward to taking the trip, but I would do it if there was good reason. Like now.I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the dock to my scooter. The questions circled wildly in my mind. What would Lorenzo be doing in Fort Myers? And in the bigger picture, what was he running from? Although locals complained about the traffic and angst that came along with the tourist high season, they counted on business being brisk enough to fill their bank accounts and cover the slower times. In other words, Lorenzo wouldn’t give up his slot at the Sunset Celebration for a minor problem.Which brought me back to the most worrisome question: What was his relationship with Bart Frontgate, if any? And if he had no personal relationship with the dead man, who had one? One lousy enough that it ended in a grisly murder? Murder was not a casual act, as I’d seen too clearly in several deaths over the past few years.
