Beachcomber
Chapter One
Two weeks later ...
Sometimes in life, when one thing goes wrong it triggers
another and another until disasters end up multiplying around
you like horny rabbits. Unfortunately, Christy Petrino was
getting the nasty suspicion that this just might be one of
those times.
She was being followed as she walked along the moonlit beach.
She knew it. Knew it with a certainty that made her heart
pound and her breathing quicken and the tiny hairs on the back
of her neck prickle to attention. Someone was behind her. She
felt eyes on her, hostility directed at her, the intangible
vibes of another presence, with a sense that was more
trustworthy yet less dependably there than the usual five.
Tonight, as it typically did when it hit her, this sixth sense
of hers made a mockery of sight and sound, smell, touch, and
taste. She'd learned in a hard school to trust it implicitly.
Please, God ... Fear curled inside her quicker than a coiling
snake. Like any other good Catholic girl trembling on the
brink of danger, she turned to a higher power for help even
though it had been an embarrassingly long time since she had
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