Chapter 22
The hail terrified half the gay island, including Candy Pickerton. Rumors spun about hurricane winds and rip tides. Neal’s group was hanging out in the beach house living room. Malice, dressed as a French sailor, was serving strong martinis garnished with mango. Andreas and Caz lingered in the kitchen going over Pop’s distribution figures. They were the only two wearing navy blue business suits. Toby and Apollo were dancing close, still in Speedos. Neal and Dewalt had just secured a pair of bar stools at the edge of the living room when the front door burst open with a rush of spotlights. Candy—wearing a gold one-piece swimsuit, gold sparkle Christian Louboutin stilettos and a gold chocker—swept in with four bikini-clad boys and a film crew of two. Behind her was Trudy Pratte,
