Bulls Island (Continued)

"Impossible. That land belongs to the Cape Romain National Wildlife Refuge."

"Not anymore."

This could not be true. "No, seriously. It's got a Class 1 rank and is protected against . . . shoot, you can't even spend the night there, not that anyone would want to . . ."

"Interesting comment. Since we're about to invest a fortune there, triple what we've ever laid down on any other real-estate deal, one should ask, why wouldn't one want to spend the night there?"

"Gatorzilla, for starters."

"Gatorzilla." Bruton cleared his throat. "This does not sound like a value-added feature."

"Biggest American alligator on record. Over seventeen feet and growing."

"We should assume he has friends and family?" Bruton smirked as though he wanted to meet them face-to-face. They could floss together.

"Legions. Did I mention the bugs?" I could feel perspiration rolling from the nape of my neck, traveling down to my waist.

"I'm sure. But that can be handled."

"Right. Technology can wipe out anything."

"Well, the ink's dry on the deal and we want you to head it up. Can't send a Yankee down there, can we? We need a bona fide belle. Is that the term? You'll be working with Langley Development and . . ."

Twitch! That was it! I didn't hear another word he said after Langley.

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