Gull's Point. A Beach Caraway Novel, #0

A late-night bonfire. A whispered argument in the trees. Two men who vanish into the dark. Beach isn't a cop. He isn't a detective. He's something even more dangerous - a man who notices everything. Jake "Beach" Caraway arrives the way he always does - unhurried, understated, Ray-Bans hiding eyes that miss nothing. He's here on a scouting assignment for the Travel Agency, evaluating whether Gull's Point deserves their seal of approval for the world's most discerning clientele.
He's done this before. He knows what polished looks like. He also knows what it hides. What he finds beneath the surface here is something else entirely. A young woman named Yuli has vanished from staff housing. A kitchen runner named Luis lies broken at the foot of a building that everyone is calling an accident. The vendors don't match their manifests. A yacht sits anchored offshore with no reason to stay.
And a man named Viktor Aslan has marina access that no legitimate guest should possess. Gull's Point is beautiful. Exclusive. Pristine. That's the problem. Working alongside Lila Navarro - a Director of Guest Services too sharp and too principled to keep pretending she hasn't noticed - and his brother Barney "Digits" Caraway, running silent intelligence from the shadows, Beach begins pulling at the threads. What unravels beneath the resort's gleaming surface stretches far beyond one property: a pipeline moving human beings like cargo, shielded by five-star luxury, offshore shell companies, and the kind of silence money buys with practiced ease.
He's a long way from The Caraway-a long way from home. Instead, Beach finds himself at the intersection of everything he had been trained to see - and everything he wishes he hadn't. Beach never looks for trouble. Trouble has his address.