Here's a passage from the spy thriller that mentions conch: The
group of six talked loudly enough so the locals at the bar and anyone else
close by could overhear them. Their ship docked in Prince George Pier that
morning and they boasted of the great duty-free purchases they made in downtown
Nassau. A few of them walked to McKenzie’s
from the cruise terminal, while their newly-acquired friends at the other
table took a taxi.
The
rich couple who walked over the bridge to Potter’s Cay from the Paradise Island
Atlantis Resort didn’t have much in common with the cruise ship folks, so they
sat in silence and admired the spotted eagle rays gliding by in the waters
below, the fishermen bringing in boatloads of conch, and the cook expertly
cleaning conch before them. As planned, Devon Ledard strolled into McKenzie’s fifteen minutes after they
did. He walked past the bar and stood by the tiny back patio, hunting for a
place to sit down.
Yep, I like conch so much I squeeze it into scenes in my spy novels. I made this video of a Conch Shack in the Bimini, Bahamas when writing another scene for PENUMBRA DATABASE. They had the best Conch Salad I ever ate... anywhere.
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