Chapter 8

I didn't go back to Coral Bay right away. I told myself it was because of the flight schedule. That was a lie. I stayed because some ugly, honest part of me wanted to watch it happen in real time. The Harbor Gala went out on the local news at 6 p.m. Saturday. Ballroom, chandeliers, the mayor in a tux. By 11 p.m., it was on the news again. By Sunday morning, it was national. Forty-one guests hospitalized. Vibrio. Raw oysters that had been held above forty-one degrees for a documented three...