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"If you want that, find a tribe to worship you."
"I practically had that once. Back in my Yucatan days. Did I ever tell you about that?"
"Repeatedly." She smiled and took the dish from him. "But I'll listen anyway."
He laughed and scrubbed the heavy bowl. It had been a hell of a dinner, more than worth the dirty dishes: crabs for days, corn on the cob, washed down with a bottle of Famous Grouse that tasted older than Christ in the best possible way. It turned out to be a good night, too. He slept late, waking after the sun was halfway to noon, glinting off the Northern California sea like all the gold in the world. He was hungover but he didn't give a damn.
She was up and out somewhere. He walked down to the beach, because it was the beach, and strolled south. There were fresh tracks along the tideline. Barefoot. After a hundred feet, a second pair appeared—shoes, treads.
Walt touched his laser and ran alongside the prints. In the distance, a car engine grumbled to life. He broke into a sprint, but he knew he was already too late.
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Table of Contents
I: PARADISE
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II: ADRIFT
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III: NEW WORLDS
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