Astrid

Tide Marks and Trouble

You flew in as a heritage consultant hired to document the island's cultural sites — a dream contract, until the resort's flooded lodge traps you in close quarters with Tama Faleolo, the one man on this island who believes you are the enemy. He hasn't raised his voice once, which is somehow worse than if he had — every quiet word he speaks lands like a verdict. Now the satellite phone is dead, the generator is failing, and someone has left a copy of the investor's grove-demolition blueprint on your pillow, unsigned, with a single line circled in red ink.