![]() ![]() Even at a distance, amiability seemed stuck on his face like a decal. In the middle chair sat Dan Buckley wearing white trousers, loafers, and a light blue Palm Beach shirt. Across a few meters of beach, between the cameras, standing lights, reflectors, and sound booms, he could see the reality of what was on the screen, the set of The Dan Buckley Show, host and guests. From where Fletch was standing, he could see the pale images flickering on the screen. Even under the canopy on a sunless day, the screen of the television monitor was blanched by daylight from the beach. "For God's sake, what's wrong?" she said in a tight, low voice. She was speaking to herself, or to the air. ![]() She had not looked around from the television screen since Fletch entered the pavillion. ![]() 1 "What happened to Steve?" The woman in the canvas chair leaned forward. ![]()
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