AS I DROVE PAST THE bakery, I noticed that the lights were off, and the sign on the door said Closed. I parked the car in their lot and began retracing my steps back toward the marina. I halted in my tracks when I reached Suzanne and Norm’s office and reviewed the listings displayed on the large window extending from the corner of the building to the entryway. Wow, property really was going for a pretty penny in Coconut Cove.
After reading the details for a condo in town and admiring the large pool that residents had access to, I noticed a picture of a very familiar-looking cottage next to it. I peered through the window and spotted Suzanne sitting at a desk with her back to me, tapping on a keyboard with one hand while holding a phone up to her ear with the other.
When I knocked on the
