Epilogue
A warm wind blew gently through the palm trees and the sun baked the white sand. Jimmy Buffet crooned from a Bluetooth speaker, proclaiming the merits of changing latitudes and attitudes. An enormous blue towel lay spread upon the white sands and in the middle, a metal bucket filled with melting ice and several bottles of Dos Equis waited for them. Maddock knelt in the sand, slathering lotion across the lithe form of Angel Bonebrake.
“You’re taking your time with that, aren’t you?” she asked.
Maddock finished with the suntan lotion, stretched out alongside her on the towel. “Is that a problem?”
“Never.” She turned and kissed him on the lips.
Nearby, Bones sat staring out at the sea, studiously avoiding looking in their direction. Maddock knew his friend would be all right, bu
