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PROLOGUE

Two figures trekked through the sand toward the water.

“Ready for your first swimming lesson?” the taller one asked.

“I am,” old Kitty Ralph replied. And with a sudden sparkle in her eyes she added, “My bathing suit sure is pretty!”

“I’m glad you like it. You’re keeping this our little secret, right?”

She nodded and said, “Everyone will be surprised that I can swim!”

“Let’s hurry up, then, before it gets too dark to see the waves coming. I promise, we won’t go in farther than where you can comfortably stand.”

At sunset, there was no one else near the ocean by Shore Haven’s stretch of beach on this mild, early March evening. They left their towels and flip-flops on the sand, carefully watched their steps when treading over the rocks, and then waded in the shallow water, holding hands. Kitty shivered when the frigid Pacific reached her thighs.

“Just a few steps farther and the instructions can begin,” the other person coaxed.

When the first breaker reached them, Kitty felt a push. She screamed and swallowed some water. She was still coughing when the second wave rolled along, and it was easy to hold her under and keep her there; she barely weighed 105 pounds. The old woman scarcely put up a struggle, and it was over with in no time.

As the last glimmers of the vanishing sun against the horizon reflected on the surface of the ocean, a lone figure scrambled out of the water and over the strip of rocks, tossed Kitty’s flip-flops and towel into the nearest trash bin, and then walked casually away along the sandy shore.