The driver entertained them with stories of the island’s history, of the romance of Christopher Columbus and his beloved Filipa.” It was she who gave him the charts of her father and encouraged him in his explorations, but it was not until after her death that he began the journey for which he is famous.”
Dana sighed at the romance.
“Perhaps your adventure begins with the death of your husband,” Marie whispered.
Her friend’s eyes sparkled, but she didn’t respond. They pulled up to the elegant resort, and the driver opened the door. “Enjoy our island, Ms. Rosenthal.”
Dana glanced after the driver as he pulled away from the curb.
Marie felt her friend’s confusion. “What is it, Dana?”
“The driver knew my name.”
“You’re from SciTech. Everyone here will know your name within an hour. Sta
