Feria was glad to be home again. He thought back to the days after he left Miami, the placid silence at his New Moorings villa. Not a phone call, not a question from the rental car company about the body-shaped fender dent. Maybe another driver took the blame. Instead, a front-page news headline absorbed all the talk. Local drug dealer receives ‘hit’ in Miami.
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Miss Rolle was running naked across a sandbank that connected two desolate cays. It was low tide, and the sea seemed to have retreated for good. The sand was bone white and impossibly fine, and the sparse foliage that sprung up from the limestone rock curled in patches like coarse hair.
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