Chapter 247: Jermaine Island

Jermaine Island. It counted as a natural scenic spot along the Guirlon River, but it had never been overdeveloped. The whole island was only a little bigger than a full soccer field. There were no buildings, just trees covering one half and grass covering the other. During the day, people came out to barbecue and play in the sand. At night, it emptied out. By then, there were no boats left to rent. That didn't stop Miller Cutmore. He found a wooden skiff at the riverside park, took the oars himself,...