CHAPTER TEN
BRITA DROVE SLOWLY down the street. Well-kept Florida-style ranches lined both sides of Conk Shell Boulevard, sprawling over tidy lawns of thick-bladed Florida grass and spiky flowering plants. Palm trees waved softly in a humid breeze.
Two stories high, 25601 Conk Shell Boulevard was large compared to its low-slung neighbors, with a two level lanai in the back and towering palms arching over its white stuccoed face.
Cynthia Sandon might be divorced from Adam Sandon, but she obviously came out of the failed marriage in good financial shape.
Brita parked in the faux brick drive and climbed out, tugging on the damp cotton of her shirt that clung to her sweaty back. She grimaced. Less than an hour in the steamy temps of the Sunshine State and she needed another shower.
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