The Daughters of Block Island

by Christa Carmen

So much for ten years off the island providing me with a much-needed disguise.

Why on earth would it?

vines of mulberries

Vines? Mulberries grow on trees.

Quick as a diving gull, Thalia plunges her hand into her pocket and comes out with Maureen’s prescription bottle of pills. She dumps the diazepam—crushed into a fine powder while she was upstairs—into the bottom of a champagne flute, fills it with sangria, and garnishes the glass with a lemon.

That's assault.