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much since you were here last?” Olivia asked Rawlings.
    “That was a million years ago, so yes.” He pointed at a large building at the end of the pier. “This marina wasn’t here. That hotel had a different name, and the houses surrounding the docks were small and modest. The boats were mostly fishing vessels or skiffs, not these luxury powerboats or yachts. And there were no slips. Just a long dock for loading and unloading.” He shrugged. “It’s the same as Oyster Bay, I guess. When you and I were young, our town was as yet still undiscovered. Palmetto Island was meant to attract tourists much earlier than Oyster Bay, but it wasn’t nearly as developed as it is now.” He gestured at the hotel. “It’s all marshland behind there. No good for building, but theperfect habitat for alligators. If I didn’t see at least one gator while visiting my grandparents, I was crushed.”
    Olivia glanced down at Haviland. “Did you hear that, Captain? Alligators. You have to wear this collar all the time.”
    Haviland sniffed the air, his black nose quivering. His eyes darted wildly around and he pranced on the pads of his feet in anticipation.
    “I think he picked up a scent coming from that seafood restaurant,” Rawlings said.
    Olivia gave the poodle’s head an affectionate pat. “We’ll check out the eateries later, Captain. We need to rent a golf cart first.”
    Rawlings told Olivia to join the queue in front of the rental shack while he tracked down their luggage.
    Just as Olivia and Haviland got in line behind a couple in their early twenties, the young woman let out a dramatic gasp and tugged on her boyfriend’s arm. “OMG, there’s Leigh Whitlow! See? She’s in that golf cart behind the hotel. I can’t believe she’s really
here
!”
    The boyfriend cast a disinterested glance at a slim woman with fair skin and glossy dark brown hair. “Who?”
    “Seriously? Do you live under a rock?” The woman nudged her boyfriend. “That’s Silas Black’s girlfriend.
Everyone
knows who she is.”
    The boyfriend shrugged. “If she was a tavern wench on
No Quarter
, then I’d recognize her. That woman looks kind of used up. You sure Black is banging
her
?”
    What a gem
, Olivia thought, glaring daggers at the back of the young man’s skull.
    “Hello? I know my celebrities.” The woman pretended to be offended, but she was too fascinated by Leigh Whitlow to maintain the act. “She is
so
thin. I think she looks great for someone in her forties. Shoot, she might even be
fifty
.”
    The boyfriend pushed his sunglasses onto his forehead and focused on the dark-haired woman in the golf cart. “Shehas to work to hold on to her man,” he said. “He could probably have his pick of a hundred babes, so keeping him interested must be a full-time job.”
    Olivia would have loved nothing more than to push the jackass boyfriend right off the dock, but she knew she’d be stuck listening to him for at least another ten minutes. The line was moving at a snail’s pace, and there was no sign of Rawlings.
    “There are rumors that Black is fooling around behind Leigh’s back,” the young woman said. “Some chick on his staff. A history geek. Can you imagine? Cheating on Leigh Whitlow with a nerd? Everyone knows that Leigh is one-hundred-percent psych-ward crazy. That’s why Silas won’t leave her. She’d kill any woman who dared to get between them. Oh man, I am
so
glad we decided to come to this festival for extra credit. And I’m even happier that we decided to come earlier so we could rub shoulders with celebrities, aren’t you?”
    The boyfriend was no longer listening. A trio of giggling high school girls had caught his attention and he was eyeing them appreciatively.
    “If that nerd girl is on the island, there’s going to be a bloodbath,” the young woman gleefully predicted as the line finally moved forward. Having turned to the right in order to keep the large man standing in front of her from blocking