Part Two: Storm Warnings
The rain had started early in the afternoon, a light shower at first, a soft spray. Typical for Florida in the summer. But, then, also typical, the drops thickened, crowded together, and came down faster until the tiny island was being pounded. As he'd done every day since he got there, Zane Colby had made sure both the little skiff and the bowrider were secured at the dock and the tarp in place on the fast little boat. When Derek Pierce had given him the use of the cottage, he'd told him Florida was famous for summer rains. He sort of forgot to mention that they were second cousins to typhoons.
Hell, he could hardly complain. It was just what he was looking for - a rustic cottage on the water, isolated, accessible only by boat. No telephone. Spotty cell service.
