Fraud in Paradise

Don't you ever stay out of trouble? I get that question a lot. It's fair-weirdness and nutjobs cling to Tarpon Cove like seagrass in a tangle of mangrove roots. And a dead body found near The Cottages is an excuse to line up the lawn chairs, pass the margaritas, and indulge in the Cove's favorite pastime-speculation.But this time trouble has followed me home. My own husband-Creole. They said the head injury he suffered when he was kidnapped might change him. Getting him back won't be as easy as partnering up with Fab to find a purloined pooch or repo a not-exactly-stolen car.What am I saying? Somehow the simplest jobs wind up going south in a hurry. Sometimes the easy answer is the right one.