Hemlock Bay

Savich, carrying Sean over his shoulder, Sherlock at his side, came downstairs.
    Dillon patted his sister’s cheek. “What you got, babe?”
    “An overnight envelope for you, Dillon.”
    Savich handed Sean to Sherlock and took the envelope. He looked down at it, bemused, and said, “It’s from the Beach Hotel in Aruba.” He opened the envelope, pulled out a sheaf of color photos. Slowly, he looked at each of them.
    “Come on, Dillon, what is it?”
    He raised his head and said to Sherlock, “These are the photos that Tammy took in the Caribbean to show to Marilyn.” There was a white sheet of paper behind the last photo, just a few lines written on it. He read aloud.
“Mr. Savich, Tammy was right, the beaches here are very beautiful. I’m glad she didn’t kill you.”
    M ARILYN W ARLUSKI
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