It had blown by South Florida in a scant few hours and was now moving up the coast toward the Carolinas.Donovan saw bloodstained moss near a tuft of marsh grass as they approached the small jetty and wondered what the gators had just eaten. He was no stranger to the Everglades. He knew that the gators were fierce predators and that they didn’t live upwards of a hundred years by pushing a cart through the local supermarket or ordering takeout. He had seen gator butchery dozens of times over the years and didn’t become alarmed when he saw a little blood near the shore. In the next moment, however, he noticed that Lyndell’s fan boat was not tied to the jetty. His eyes opened wide with surprise.Scruff was Donovan’s next in command after Lyndell. He wasn’t powerful like Lyndell, but he was savvy and had eyes in the back of his head. He was the one who had originally noticed Flynn’s return to the club and the brunette who had accompanied him. Scruff said, “Hey, where’s Dell’s ride?”“That’s the question, now isn’t it?”
