Despite his best efforts, Leo couldn't stop thinking about Ruby.
He'd had plenty to distract him, too. He and the others had spent the last several days exploring Curaçao, visiting every site on the island they thought might have even possibly interested Vincent Rinaldi. They'd even hired a local tour guide - a small, talkative woman named Delilah - to take them around the island, and they'd asked her every question they could think of without raising suspicions: Where do the rich tourists usually go or stay? Are there any "hidden" spots on the island where a traveler with money to spare might arrange for a more hands-on experience, away from the crowds? Charlie had suggested they ask about any especially romantic spots, too, since they were looking for the place he'd first declared his love for Alyssa. Delilah had happily driven them to every beach and romantic overlook she could think of - and a few less-than-romantic places, too - but nothing turned up any clue. Or anything even cl
