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you, and I'll try to answer any questions you may have. At least, I can tell you what I know."
    "Great, I'd really appreciate that."
    "Is your new book going to be part of the regular series, or are you starting a new one? I can't see Axel Bolton ending up here.” I looked around.
    "That's exactly what I told my agent, but he suggested sending Bruce Abel, Axel's sidekick, to the gay resort, by accident, of course.” He smiled. “I'm calling it Kill Me! Kill Me! Kill Me! (A Man After Midnight) ."
    "What a great idea.” I leaned closer. “Is there anything else you can tell me about it?"
    "I really don't like talking about my books while I'm plotting them, but I can tell you this. Bruce comes back from a late supper at the resort and finds a dead body in his bed. While he goes for help, the body disappears."
    Goosebumps rose across my body.
    But Logan continued. “Later on, he falls into the pool and the body is floating, and you can guess the rest. There'll be a few attempts on his life, and all the people he meets at the resort will make him pretty paranoid. They're all suspects. Are they trying to kiss him or kill him? Needless to say, this one should be great fun. Poor Bruce, he'll really have to confront his homophobic feelings in a big way."
    My face must have revealed my thoughts.
    "What's wrong?” A look of concern came across Logan's face. “Don't you like the premise?"
    "Oh no. It's a great premise,” I said.
    That is, if you're not living it.
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Chapter 11—Back on the Beach
    After making me promise to get in touch with him later in the day and help him to come up with a few ideas for murders that could take place in a hospital, Logan went off in search of breakfast. I wished him better luck than I had had.
    I ran up to our room and found my beach towel and bag. A pile of books sat on top of the dresser. I grabbed one, took a few steps, went back, grabbed an extra book, just in case, and threw everything into my tote bag.
    I picked up my camera lying on the dresser, and looked at myself in the mirror. Should I or shouldn't I? I'm sure Molly expected me to record all the things that happened at the resort this week. Well, almost everything. I ignored the bathroom.
    I put the camera in my underwear drawer. I didn't want to make Tom feel uncomfortable. After all, he was on vacation too, just like me, and he'd probably want to stay away from cameras.
    I opened the drawer. But Molly would like a picture of the hottest porn star in the business. I closed the drawer. Maybe later. I'd get to know him better before I started acting like a tourist. Or like Sergio.
    I shook my head. Sergio. Where did he come up with these stories?
    The sunscreen was in the bathroom. I glanced at the open door. A chill ran down my spine. When Sergio had been in the room, I was able to take a shower, but now... I entered it quickly and avoided looking in the shower. I grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and hurried out of the room.
    The beach was alive with color and early morning excitement. Red, yellow, and blue towels littered the beach, while tan-skinned bathers lounged around in skimpy swimwear. I felt overdressed in my boxer short swim trunks.
    Nervously, I pulled up my waistband, wishing they were a little longer. When I saw more of my thigh, I pulled them lower, wishing they covered more of my white legs. I closed my eyes and prayed. “Let me blend in, just a little."
    I retraced my trek from the night before. The ocean waves calmed me again, but my blood pressure rose slightly as I stepped over the spot where... My eyes scanned the area in the daylight. Was anyone watching? No trace of the body remained. Had everything been washed clean with the morning tide? Or had Geoff and his cohorts cleaned up?
    How many people knew about the murder? Looking around the beach, the vacationers seemed to be enjoying the sun. It didn't look like the news was too well known, if at all. Maybe all that talk in the dining