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haven’t been over there yet.”
    “Yes we have,” Bess said. “We passed it when we first got here, remember? Just before we saw Akinyi doing that modeling shoot.”
    George shook her head. “Didn’t you read those brochures I printed off the Internet before we came?” she asked. “There are at least three pools here. Thatsmallish one by the shops is called, like, the spa pool or something. Then there’s the main pool over here, which is much bigger. And I’m pretty sure there’s a lap pool over near the gym too.”
    While she was talking, we were hurrying along the path toward the main pool. We emerged from between two buildings to a panoramic view of it.
    The pool was just what you’d expect to find in a tropical paradise. It was free-form and huge, with a couple of picturesque bridges leading over some narrow parts, a swim-up bar, several diving platforms, and at least three separate waterfall areas. The largest of the waterfalls tumbled down an impressive thirty-foot mountain of boulders that rose along the deep end of the largest section of the pool.
    “Wow,” Bess said. “This is nice!”
    I nodded, glancing around the pool area. The yells appeared to have come from Vic, Bo, and Jamal, who were clowning around on the pavement at the base of the stone waterfall while Akinyi watched from a nearby lounge chair. All of the cameramen were there filming away from various angles. Madge, Donald, and Lainie, along with a few other assorted crew members, were looking on from just out of camera range.
    None of them seemed to notice our arrival. As we watched, Vic danced over toward Akinyi. “Be a sport,Kinnie!” he exclaimed with a wicked grin, advancing on her as she glanced up from the magazine she was reading. “Either come on in for a swim, or I’ll have to make you come in!”
    “Don’t you dare!” Akinyi warned with a frown, holding up one long, slim finger and shaking it at him sternly. “I just did my hair. If you mess it up, I’ll kill you!”
    Vic pretended to cower away while Jamal snorted with amusement. Meanwhile Bo let out a shout of laughter. “Hey, if she won’t take a dip with us, we’ll just have to find another pretty girl who will! And look, there’s one right over there!” He leaped toward Lainie. “How about it? Want to get wet, darlin’?”
    Vic, Jamal, and even Akinyi were already chuckling. But Lainie immediately jumped back, avoiding Bo as he reached for her arm. “No!” she cried.
    “Guess she’s not supposed to let herself be seen on camera,” Bess murmured.
    George shrugged. “Doesn’t look like the camera guys are following that rule,” she observed. “See? They’re shooting all this—well, except for that Butch guy—and Madge isn’t complaining.”
    I saw that she was right. Butch seemed to be taking a break—he was over in the shade of a beach umbrella sipping a bottle of water and talking with Donald—but the other camera operators were all focused rightin on Lainie and Bo. Madge was watching the whole scene with her usual hawklike intensity, not saying a word.
    “Good point.” I frowned slightly as I returned my attention to Lainie, whose protests were getting louder and more panicky-sounding with each new lunge out of Bo’s grasp. “And actually, she looks pretty upset. For real, I mean, not just flirty-upset.”
    Bess nodded. “I think you’re right.”
    “Well, you
are
the expert when it comes to flirting, cuz,” George joked.
    “Please!” Lainie cried loudly at that moment, once more wriggling free as Bo grabbed at her arm. “Leave me alone!” Whirling around, she raced around the edge of the pool and disappeared into a grove of palm trees, looking near tears.
    “Lainie?” Bo called after her, sounding confused. Then he turned and shrugged at his friends. “Dude! What was that all about? I was just kidding around.”
    “Maybe she can’t swim,” Jamal suggested.
    “Yeah. Or maybe she just didn’t want you to touch