Chapter 1--The Catfight: Do you remember how to get off this island? Festerman asked his associate, David Nacow. Not exactly, Nacow replied as their rented Suburban wound its way along a gravel road. This doesn t look familiar ... probably should have paid more attention on our way in. ... But, hell, it s such a small island. ... We re probably okay. See what you can do with the GPS, Festerman suggested. If we were in my car, I d have no problem. ... I ll take a look ... No need, Festerman interrupted as he slowed down. I recognize this road ... if I turn left here, it ll take us straight to the ferry road. Nacow was pleased by those words. He was having a difficult time figuring out how to use the rental s Garmin. Neither man spoke again until after the ferry attendant had directed them into the front position of lane two. Lights off, Nacow chuckled, reading the posted instructions. They want you to turn your lights off. ... Like it s gonna make a difference. Festerman fiddled around with the switch until he got the headlights turned off. He did leave the engine running. A black Jeep that had been behind them pulled into lane three directly even with Nacow s door. He glanced over as it came to a stop. It was driven by a very attractive Marilyn Monroe blonde bright blue eyes, full red lips, delicious smile, and tight red sweater. She acknowledged his attention with a smile. As he flirted with the blonde a second young woman leaned forward to get a good look at him. When her eyes met Nacow s she flashed a salacious smile and gave him a finger wiggle wave. Most likely in her early twenties, she appeared to be seven to ten years younger than the blonde. Nacow was even more impressed by the passenger. Wow! Look at the muscles on that girl. ... I m joining her gym. The younger girl, a stunning redhead, flaunted a green tank top which not only enhanced the striking hue of her green eyes, it showed off her well-developed upper body strength. This is strictly a business trip, the older man said in a fatherly voice. We re not window shopping. I know, but it never hurts to see what s out there. For all we know they work at Jack s resort. ... And we ll end up running into them tomorrow. ... It is, after all, a very small island. I understand, Nacow said, stealing one more glance at the girls parked next to them. Then, with a big smile on his face, he closed his eyes and laid back on the headrest. What the hell is goin on! Festerman blurted out. The blonde had ope