Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Epilogue
- Excerpt From Summer on the Island by Brenda Novak
- Booklist
It was late when Seth returned to the house, but he could see light gleaming around the blinds in the guesthouse as he got out of the car, which led him to assume Tia was still up. He wondered what she was doing; she’d mentioned that nights were long and hard to get through. Since they were often the same for him since Shiloh died, he felt for her.
He considered knocking to tell her what he’d heard at The Blue Suede Shoe. If anyone beyond his family learned she was in town, word could easily get back to Ray Kouretas. The man wasn’t making any secret of the fact that he was looking for her. She had no ties to this area—no family or history here—so people would have no reason not to tell him if they saw her, especially because those in Silver Springs generally tried to be accommodating. But she was struggling to get back on her feet as it was. He didn’t want to make her recovery more difficult. She was already being cautious. What more could she do?
Besides, he didn’t really know who this Ray Kouretas was, so it could be a mistake to spook her. He might do it for no good reason.
He let himself into the main house, where Kiki greeted him by barking like a dog. Having a parrot that imitated a dog might be a good way to scare off any would-be intruders, but that made it no less annoying.
“It’s fine, Kiki. It’s just me,” he shouted and shoved his coat in the closet before grabbing his laptop.
As soon as he settled into the recliner in the living room, he signed onto the internet and typed Ray Kouretas into Google.
Several links came up, but none looked promising. There was a LinkedIn account and a Twitter account for a man who went by the same name, but the small round picture attached to each didn’t fit the guy at the bar.
Seth tried other queries—names of the paparazzi, how the paparazzi get jobs, places where paparazzi sell photos—to learn how the industry worked. He thought this guy’s name might pop up somewhere. But the best article he found said that most members of the paparazzi didn’t reveal their names. They kept a low profile because what they did was so invasive and contentious. They had to remain anonymous to avoid backlash.