On the night Larry Smith had been shot, he’d spent the next three hours trying not to die, all the while convinced his effort would be in vain. When he finally realized he’d side-stepped death, his outlook on certain things changed drastically. Foremost on the list was his willingness to accept coincidence. There might be a hundred reasons the two men in the coffee shop were on the island, but as hard as he tried, Larry could think of only one reason that made sense to him. And it had nothing to do with coincidence.
On the night Larry Smith They were hitters here in paradise for the same reason as Larry. Roderick Malone. More precisely, Malone’s new-found fortune. It wasn’t paranoia, Larry reassured himself. It was goddamn logic. Goddamn logic, plain and simple. Survivors learn as they
