Karla slipped into her bathing suit and headed to the pool area. She took a lounge chair beside the gate that led down to the beach—the locked gate. In order to keep just anyone from using their condos as a beach access or having free use of the pool, the Condominium Council put a key pad on the gate that only residents could access. As Karla stretched out on the chair another couple was already laying out, enjoying the warm Florida sun. She opened her book and sipped her water—and waited.
She didn't have to wait long.
“Excuse me, but could someone help me with the gate. I think Clint gave me the wrong code or I remembered it wrong." Bonnie peered over the small white gate at the couple to the left, purposefully ignoring Karla. If she recognized her, she wasn't showing it. Or she did rec
