“Oh my God,” Gil said suddenly. “That’s Dean.”
“Who? Oh!” Selene squinted at the man in the image. She had only seen Dean once or twice, half obscured by a beard and weary expression at the back of his bar. But the facial features were similar. She could see this man, handing up an ornament, with a full beard and belly counting chits at the end of the night. “How old is he here?”
“A boy,” Gil said. “This must have been when he first got to Key West, too.”
Gil found another photo that seemed to be related to the one of Dean. The Christmas tree was the focus now as a blonde man looked up at it. Gil let out another breath. “Scott. That’s his partner Scott.”
“That’s sweet. This is—”
“A treasure chest. Maurice and Tilly must have taken everyone’s photo in town. They must have done this yea
