I think final scene in the first book and the first few scenes of this book made me think the sequel would finally delve into the mystery embedded in this story, but it did not. This continued to explore the lives and personal drama of the characters, but everyone felt like cardboard and none of their reactions to ANYTHING felt real. The first book did a better job of developing the emotional process of the characters and even stringing you along in the mystery, but this book just felt like a tribute to fishing in the Virgin Islands? I was half way through when I realized the book was really going nowhere and I finished it out of spite for wasting my time to begin with.