Suzie Hall 's Island Mystery Chapter 2

Dolly tells the narrator that Frank is looking for them. Frank informs the narrator that Peter has a client who wants to sell their Palm Beach estate and it's urgent. The narrator is willing to handle it, as it means money for their children's tuition. Frank leaves for a fishing tournament in the Bahamas. His fishing boat, the Realtor in the Inn, is docked at Palm Beach Shores Marina. Suzy Hull's Island Mystery, Chapter 2. Dolly Dixon was at her usual spot when I walked into the island office. She had amazing jet black hair that could only have come out of a L'Oreal box permanent bright black 21. She was dressed in her usual black leggings, long white blouse with a gold belt, and gold sandals. Her nails looked like they had just been painted a bright red to match her lipstick. She was a frequent visitor to the Lucky Nail Salon next door. I don't think they could survive without her. Frank's looking for you, Dolly said as she looked up from her screen. He's in a hurry to get fishing, so you better get in there. Frank was at his desk which consisted of a computer screen, a blotter, a pen, a cup of coffee, and a picture of his fishing boat. He was dressed in his usual Florida office outfit, a Tommy Bahama floral shirt, beige Bermuda shorts, crocodile belt, Cole Haan Italian leather tassel loafers, no socks, and a glowing Florida tan. I tapped on his office door as I walked into his office. Peter contacted me today, Frank said. He has a client that wants to sell his Palm Beach estate. It's a large estate, and Peter said the guy's situation is urgent, so you need to go out there this afternoon. Do you think you can handle it? Peter is my ex-husband. He cheated on me with Mindy, who is now his new wife and secretary. That's doable, I said. I'll call Peter right away and get the details. Wow, I thought, that meant money. I could pay the kids' tuition that was coming up. My children both are going to the University of Florida. Go Gators. Good, he said. He shoved a few papers in the drawer. Keep me in the loop, and I'll see you when I get back. I'm off to the Bahamas for a week of fishing. There's a Wahoo championship tournament going on. Frank's fishing boat, the Realtor in the Inn, is docked at the Palm Beach Shores Marina just down the street. It was handy and had everything a fisherman could want, food, fuel, and doggage. A lot of Frank's friends thought it was cool to have a donkey, but Frank was happy with a good old Viking fishing boat, reel and rod.