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even to himself. He turned around, looked at the door, but though it looked perfectly normal and he felt no vibe, he was not about to go inside again.
    He started walking back to the room.
    â€œDad!”
    Rachel and Ryan were walking up the sidewalk toward him, on their way to the big pool. He purposely slowed his gait as he saw them approach, waving.
    Ryan ran over. “We’re going swimming!”
    He ran a hand through his son’s hair. “That’s great, sport. Have fun.”
    â€œAre you coming, too?”
    â€œIn a while.”
    â€œThat was quick,” Rachel said.
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œSo how was your swim?” she asked.
    He thought for a moment, unsure of what to say.
    She frowned. “Lowell?”
    He forced himself to smile. “Fine,” he told her. “Fine.”

Six
    â€œCheck out that one. I bet her snatch is a snack and a half.”
    Owen casually glanced to his left, following David’s subtle nod, and saw an older girl, probably seventeen or eighteen, walking toward them, the thin material of her white thong bikini clinging to her lithe form, revealing jutting nipples and a visible cleft between her thighs.
    They were sitting in the Jacuzzi, drinking Cokes, feigning a sophistication only David actually possessed. Originally, David had wanted to go swimming, and Curtis would have gone along with it even though he didn’t want to, but Owen had put his foot down. They’d been the first people to the pool this morning other than the staff, and when he’d glanced into the water of the deep end next to the waterfall, he had spied a shape at the bottom. The same human shape he and Curtis had seen yesterday. He didn’t think his brother had noticed it because Curtis had been scoping out a hot resort worker in a one-piece who was scooping bugs and leaves out of the shallow end with a net, but he could tell from Curtis’s reaction to David’s suggestion that they get in some serious swim time that the figure was still in his mind.
    The dead man.
    That’s what it was. It wasn’t a figure. It was the drowned body of a man, and the fact that it had disappeared and turned into something like a stain on the light blue bottom of the pool made him think that it was probably the ghost of someone who’d died there. Not that he really believed in ghosts—not exactly—but he was still open-minded enough not to discount things he saw just because other people said they weren’t true.
    So he’d suggested that they hang out in the Jacuzzi, check out the chicks. Going on babe watch automatically trumped swimming, and David and Curtis readily agreed to his plan. They’d been here for nearly half an hour now, watching as the pool area filled up, even scaring away an elderly couple who wanted to use the whirlpool.
    The girl in the white thong passed by, and all three of them casually turned their heads to check out her ass.
    â€œI’d love to sniff her suit,” David said, and Owen could not help giggling.
    Curtis finished his Coke and tapped his plastic cup on the raised ring of cement encircling the Jacuzzi. David tossed him the two-liter bottle and Curtis poured himself a refill. Suddenly the whirlpool’s timer went off, and the jets stopped, bubbles ceasing. David stood. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m sweating like a fucking pig here. I think it’s time we hit the cool water.”
    Curtis nodded. “I’m with you.”
    Even Owen had to admit that a half hour in swirling warm water beneath an increasingly hot sun was more than enough. The three of them got out, carrying their drinks and walking over to the edge of the big pool. In front of them, two young boys sped down the slide together.
    â€œFags,” David said disdainfully. He sat down on the edge of the pool, putting his feet in the water. “Jesus Christ!” he cried out. “That’s cold!”
    It was cold,