Earlier that morning he had stopped in Marathon to see his parents and now, midafternoon, he was on his way home. As soon as he saw Key West in the distance, he smiled. It was good to finally be home again. There was nothing like seeing the white sandy beaches and verdant coastline with its protruding piers and harbors, docked boats and colorful buildings set against the elevated spikes of whitewashed luxury hotels and resorts. He continued to Key West along the western coast around a couple of massive cruise ships and then steered back, going northeast to the small private marina he had owned for the past five years. MC Marina was his pride and joy. He was home and already he felt the tenseness of the past few days wash away. He had been sent by his former employer to gather information from one of his past acquaintances, who would only speak with him. It was a simple enough assignment, but of course it had turned into more drama than expected.
